Here we sit in lockdown part 2. Is lockdown (like love) lovelier the second time around? Hell, no. With sequels there’s often a lot of the same from the original. Other times we get a entire new story line. The Covid sequel is not unlike the original. We definitely need a new script.
Like most, I’m tired of my role. I have to say I played it rather well the first time around. It has now gotten old and tired. I’ve been racking my brain for something new, for a little pizzazz. As I await that inspiration. I reckoned I could revisit my rag bag of attempted hobbies. That, perhaps, was not the most useful idea. My history with hobbies was about abject failure. The crafts I tried I actually did rather well. The problem was lack of sustained interest. I would take on a particular project, complete it and immediately lose interest in it. So much for that idea. Once again one of those “you shoulds” was in my face. For more decades than I care to admit, people have told me I “should” write a children’s book. Once again my immediate reaction was no way. Then I considered our current situation. I allowed myself to play with the possibility. After all I was looking for inspiration a sign, a way to infuse more meaning and joy into each day.
I have nothing definitive to share at this moment. Still, as Rachel Maddow says, “Watch this space."