Better Days To Come

We've come to settle into a semi-comfortable status for our sanity, because we know the day will come when life can be taken off the pause button made by the pandemic.

If you've ever heard the Styx song, Too Much Time On My Hands. It's what I've had my hands, and I've been keeping myself preoccupied with projects and writing. It's maintained my mental health so I wouldn't end up like John Goodman's character from 10 Cloverfield Lane.

But when it's over, when the day comes to take walks without panicking about the six distance, and we can be with our comrades again. I've thought a lot about what my changes to my life and what adventures will be like when the pandemic has calmed down or controlled.

Road Trips

It's dawned on me that I've never gone on a road trip. One that isn't just an hour out to a city I've known before. I need to pick a place on a map or I need to just have the destination unknown until I see something that didn't catch my eye have that destination be a surprise. I would love to have a road trip buddy, have the Robin to my Batman, I'll pick one of my friends who would be down for a unknown adventure and go.

I've never even done my own self-road trip either. A journey is nice with a partner along for the ride, but I know I need it for myself. After being secluded for so long (before the pandemic even started when I had my struggles with depression that kept me enclosed and cut off) I need this journey to go and see some more of the towns in my own state. If I am to truly live my life going to places I've never seen before. I need to be prepared to have experience of a trip on my own. That I can take myself somewhere for a personal endeavor and have the strength to do it. I need the practice to know my state of Virginia. To see what I never saw in my life, having that experience to have me trained for wherever life can take me.

Haircut

There have been times I almost took the scissors and did the Mulan hairchop to my locks. Self-grooming has been a practice of mine to work on some cosmetic tactics and trying out new routines to my hair. But I have been looking like Cousin It mixed with Daryl Dixon lately with my shaggy locks. It'll be time for something different. It'll be nice to have some self-care splurges that I've never done before.

Dating

I've defiantly yearned and missed romantic attachments. Even though I've had an ongoing struggle with online dating and trying my own spontaneous ways to show an interest in someone. As a gray asexual, the dating pool is even slimmer for me. I've talked about my dating endeavors before how it's changed and I accept it. I know how the world works with romance now that it's a sparse spectrum in decency or same interest. I've defiantly been thinking about taking more chances then what I used to do by waiting for someone to approach me. I won't know until I try. I've done enough with sitting around and wondering why it won't work. Now that I've sat around and thought realistically that instead of waiting for a love story similar to something else in fiction, I can make my own. I'm planning on seeing how my own love story goes and I'll be doing my own Bridget Jones spontaneous sprint to see him. (I did just say that I won't make it like fiction, but come on it's Bridget Jones, the only relatable female in the current status going on)

Promoting My Book

I had learned that coffee shops were a good way to begin with sharing the story. I was ready to begin at conventions to promote my book. Transitioning from being the cosplayer with craft trinkets to sell, to a business woman sharing the hard work of two years on my book, Inglorious Ink, a book about tattoo artists that have alternative means of an income. I want to share that story but I know that the convention scene isn't the way I know it'll be successful. Then when the conventions were getting cancelled due to the pandemic, I had to think of my options for promoting and endorsing. Then I found out that coffee shops were an easier process to get a table and see what onlookers would be interested. I have my books that I ordered, and I'd like to see them go to someone who wants something new to read.

When the coffee shops re-open, I'll be heading in with confidence and courteous manners to ask if I can have a couple hours at a table with copies of my book to see who would like to enjoy a story to be entertained, educated, and empathized with.

Try a new restaurant

I'm like the show Cheers, I go to a place where everybody knows my name. But I'd like to see what other places are out there besides my usual stops in dining. I've been looking around at the restaurants that I used to drive by months ago before the pandemic happened and say I would try it out someday. That someday will be sooner then expected. I've made my lists to see about trying one new restaurant a week with a friend of mine for the mini-reunion.

When the restaurants are back up and running for dining. I don't think I ever realized how much I missed sitting in a restaurant or a coffee shop. I miss the hustling and bustling of the busy restaurants. I have missed the idle chatter of people around me talking; girls talking with friends, business meetings, moments I remember in the association of observations during my writing work days.

I've got it all planned out. To put on a casual and cute outfit to go a new coffee shop. Then pick a random restaurant out of the ones I haven't tried, get a friend to meet me for dinner (or go by myself I can be my own company). I'll don on an outfit I kept saying I am going to wear someday, that someday will be that day.

Reflecting on these ideas does give me a positive hope about starting some new routines. Start living life with changes to myself, my journey, my relationships.

I talk about being more spontaneous, so it's about time I actually say I will.