The year is almost over. It has almost passed. And what a year it has been. At some point I thought it was never gonna end, but at some it felt like the weeks were just flying by. I’m in the couch, having a cup of tea. The rain is tapping against the windows. Reflecting. The cases are increasing again. I almost forgot. Put covid in the box of “oh do you remember when..” But it’s here again. The numbers increasing. Talking about it at work. Tired of it. We are all tired of it.
Yesterday I had a little bit of a emotional breakdown, and today is no better. Everything just feel so hard. I know this year has been tough on everyone so somehow it feels like it’s not ok to be sad, that I need to be grateful for everything that I do have, to not complain. But sometimes we all just need to let go for a moment, to let oneself be vulnerable. This year has been tough on a personal level as well as everything else that is happening in the world and I feel like I’m walking in mud. Constantly two steps forward, one step back. I am trying to trust the process, and I know that everything will be fine. But some days I feel like giving up. The thing with being an adult though, is that giving up is not an option. No one will do the job for you. So the only option is to keep on trying and believe, that tomorrow will be better.