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Slowly but surely LA is returning to a degree of normalcy. The lead indicator of this is that driving in LA now sucks again. That was fun while it lasted. Restaurants are open (social-distance style), museums are starting to emerge from their dormancy and I have even heard rumors of dance parties. I have not been invited to said dance parties. I am clearly not part of that crowd (nor am I ready) but it's nice to hear the cool kids have somewhere to do their cool things.
Enthusiastically, I booked tickets for LACMA today. I should be there now. I am instead happily at home, hermit-like, writing to you and listening to some new music. I had my own dance party, table for one please.
Apparently, I am not ready to return to normal. Not yet ready to race around in traffic, leaping from this obligation to that, filling my days with offerings from the outside world. The pandemic dealt some harsh blows but permission to be a little less manic was not one of them. I am still enjoying the solitude, the quiet, having just a little less to do and a little more time to be.
It's easy to add. It's easy to feel the weight of a million obligations and re-energize the FOMO fueled existence we had #before. It's harder to stay still and listen.
I'm just suggesting we bury ourselves in an insular existence by any means. I had our boys over last night, avec new girlfriend, and I had forgotten how much I missed our fun gatherings of food, maybe a few drinks and always an episode of South Park. It fueled me and filled me with joy. That's my new filter: will it make me burst with happiness? FOMO is not a good filter.
My encouragement to you this week is to look at your calendar through that same lens. If the activity doesn't make you want to dance with joy, you are better off staying at home and cranking up the music. Or having a nap. I won't tell.