It’s a new month. Another one. How fast is time flying this year? I am sure for those who are grieving, it is not, and it seems that we are speaking ever less about the fact that all the headlines and statistics are about human beings who are very sick, or who have lost their lives and all the humans who knew and loved them. For them I would think that time is going very slowly.
For me, it is whizzing by. It proves that the more you do, the slower time passes. Being mostly at home is making the time flow by at great speed. But a new month gives a sense of a new start. Although it really did not in April and May I must admit, that was a very odd time where new months felt utterly irrelevant.
It is different this month, it really does feel like a whole new phase of life as we move out of lockdown. I am embracing that cultural feeling of change and adopting a sense of shifting (thanks to Yoga with Adriene’s monthly calendar). I have to consciously adopt this sense of change, because frankly, I am one of those who is less keen on being out and about. The R rate is at 1 in the Midlands where I am. I am hopeful that that is because the region is very large and that does not mean it is 1 in Birmingham. But I cannot find any data to tell me what the R rate is here in the city. And I am very used to being at home, it’s been about three and a half months now that I have been mostly home – except for exercise and two other trips elsewhere (for the record – the bank, the dog groomers). So I am accepting that feeling a bit reluctant to change is normal.
Monday was the first step and we walked to a local coffee shop and bought a take away coffee. I even hung around in the queue for Boots whilst one of the offspring waited to go in. and had a browse in the jeweller’s window. I can remember every moment of the trip to my local high street. Which is odd – hopefully it will become less impactful as I do more this month. I am not quite sure what the next adventure will be, but I am sure it will be small and yet memorable.