…that I can cope perfectly well at home not going out when I’m not going out because I don’t want to. But the minute I’m stuck at home for the foreseeable for reasons beyond my control I get cabin fever.
Haven’t been out since New Years Eve because of my cold. It’s well on it’s way out had decided to do the full 10 days isolation just in case and was planning to go for a walk probably tomorrow. I’ve been happy at home working my way through a long book and an even longer audiobook and playing games on my iPad. I didn’t really have an enthusiasm for the idea going by the weather but figured I should probably go out occasionally. Then the care agency called last night.
The carers are having weekly covid tests and one of them came up positive. I’ve been identified as a close contact and need to self isolate until next weekend.
And all of a sudden, I’m bored.
I had all these plans for things I was going to do on New Years Day. I was going to read lots, use my motomed and update my blog. I was even going to change the layout on here. I might have done some crochet too. And I was definitely going to do some writing
Basically I started New Years Eve with a plan to do all sorts of things on New Years Day so that I could “start the year off right.” Start working immediately on all the things I want to achieve this year. But by the time I went to bed shortly before 1am after seeing the back of 2020, it was obvious that I was probably getting a cold.
I woke up New Years Day with a definite cold and have spent the three days so far this year in a fug of olbas oil and snot. Achieving little more than faffing around on my ipad, listening to an audiobook and watching Netflix.
Hopefully in the next few days I’ll be feeling a bit better and can start work on my 2021 goals. But I also told a friend a week or so ago that I wanted to try to stop beating myself up about all the things I could/should be doing but am not. So perhaps I have started working on my goals after all?