I nEEd 2 CoFess!!

I have found myself sitting here, at zero three thirty three hours on this fifth Sunday the twenty ninth of March.. Miley dog is behind me on the couch 🛋 SNORING BACK LIKE SHE HAS DONE HELLA OVER TIME, and I am thinking, MAN why do I keep waking up, at these disrespectful hours.

I mentioned the Fifth Sunday, it brought back memories. The party would pop off on the fifth Sunday. Ya see we only have four of them a year, ya know, and each one typically comes inside of each of the seasons, which means we could find a way to create some of the most bangin seasonal parties. BUT that won’t be happening this fifth Sunday, nor any fifth Sunday for the foreseeable future.

Let me gone head and confess to you. I was super hungry, so I snuck outta quarantine. Around midnight, I decided I wanted a snack, so I headed to the Royal Farms. Yes, I kept the six feet apart rule, as EVEN ROYAL reminded me as I entered, and because it was midnight, I only saw maybe five people, so I think it is safe to say, I am good...

As I drove back to the house, my brain began to attempt to think of how long we have thus far been in quarantine. BUT before I could initiate the process, I remembered how much I hate math, and since days are configured with numbers, and numbers are connected to math, it is probably a good thing to NOT start asking myself to do something that will piss me TF off..

So just settling for it has been a minuet, I began to really think. I can admit, I just like most reading this, have found it very difficult to adjust to this thing, we now know as social distancing. It has been almost two weeks since my chocolate covered pink lips has connected with a chick-fil-a sandwich, TWO WEEKS, since I have comfortably left my home without wondering when or who I will bump into and get infected. TWO WEEKS, of not having the first clue about what to do, or how to deal. TWO WEEKS to scarily get the world I once knew out of my system.

Now here at the end of March, my mindset has drastically changed. The month began with my anxiously hoping to not get forced into seclusion, but it is ending with my loving the fact I have found a new sense of peace. I didn’t realized how much toxicity was connected to me, how many folks was draining me of my very soul. Rona has forced me to distance myself from stupid. She has forced me to recognize how much better my life has been with certain people and things in it.

QUARANTINING, for me has been like being in Rehab. I have been forced to evaluate who I am, the abilities and skills I have, and also to recognize how much of me I have wasted. Quarantine has forced me to dig deep, looking for ways to stay sharp with limitations. It has forced me to see the world thru the eyes of those without, because let’s be real, for the most part, we are all on the same level now. Rona could give two 💩💩 how much money you have, or where you live, or who your contacts are. RONA is like THE UNDERTAKER, out for souls..

So now seeing as the playing field for the first time is about as leveled as it will ever be, my question to me is what now? What can I do with this moment, HOW can I capitalize? What am I missing? If I take this moment, and look around? What projects will I find I can do? What adventures can I take? What new things can I learn? I GUESS WHAT I AM TRYING TO SAY IS... RONA for me isn’t the end, a setback, or a PAUSE, rather a launching pad for the next piece of EDB.