The Covid-19 Curve ... (Rollercoaster edition)

I'm noticing lots of articles, some saying 'Yay, great! Let's DO stuff. You know the sort - 'Learn Tibetan' / 'become a master player of musical wheelie bins' / 'teach your dog to type'...

And then the latest flip side articles - 'We don't have to do anything', 'It's okay to fall apart', 'Cocooning is the way forward'. And the more opinionated "People shouldn't be offering us courses and activities at this time".
I guess I'm just thinking it's okay to do both, either or neither.

Some days I wake up WANTING to DO stuff. I've discovered lost food at the bottom of my freezer; I've worked out allotment parsnips AND pears go well in curried soup (recipe on request); I've offered free shamanic sessions to people I love working with.... and designed the Covid-19 Change Cycle (work in progress I hasten to add!)

Some days I wake up CONFUSED; fed up after a bad night's sleep (suggesting some inner anxiety I haven't yet got to the bottom of); feeling OVERWHELMED at the prospect of taming teenagers; and thinking it must be immoral to offer my work to people for money as my moral compass veers around this new social construct I haven't been taught the rules for.
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I guess I'm just looping around. Not Elizabeth Kubler-Ross's wonderful 5 stages of grief - the shock/denial, anger, bargaining, sadness/depression and acceptance that we can flip around and between over and over after grief or loss (loss of routine and uncertainty sure can count here).

But the Covid-19 grief cycle... where the 19 refers to the number of emotions I can experience in one day... or even one hour.

So it's okay that sometimes I want to leap up and do a Joe Wicks video.

And that sometimes I want to hide under my duvet and come out around about October when we find our new normal.

That sometimes the birds, trees, sun and bees inspire me to heightened levels of appreciation and joy....
And that sometimes the budding new hawthorn and singing birds leaves me feeling untouched, isolated and lonely.
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I guess I'm just trying to keep my emotional rollercoaster on the rails, and I'll get around to slowing down the carriage, and even redesigning the track to smoother and slower curves when it feels easier to do so.
So, must get back to my soup. I've said I can mix pears and parsnips, but we haven't yet tasted it....
I fear it may rank in the Peapod Wine category for those Gen X amongst us....😂