It's Not Just You

This is about where I am these days, in the words of misha fletcher, author of a book called Cooking Is Terrible (which, as an aside, I really should look into):

I don't know who needs to hear this, but honestly, no one is getting anything done right now. You're not uniquely useless or broken. The bar is "Are you eating at least once a day? Are you showering maybe once in a while? Are you staying home when you can? You're doing amazing."

I'm sure that someone is going to show up and tell me about how great they're doing and you know what, fine, maybe you are.

But I've talked to a lot of people about it this week, and the *vast majority* of us are not, and everyone is miserable and upset about it.

The goal right now is stay alive, and to do your best to protect other people in your community by staying home when you can and wearing a mask when you have to go out. That's it! That's the bar.

And to be clear: I hate that this is the bar. I'm struggling with it, and I don't think that I'm special or unique in that. Sometimes clearing this bar means you're spending the day crying at every cute animal and eating fistfuls of dry Cheerios.

You're still clearing the bar.

I don't have anything insightful or uplifting to end this thread with, because, like everyone else, I'm...you know. I'm here. I did dishes today. I contemplated the futility of everything I've ever done. I cried in the shower.

I just wanted to tell you that it's not just you.