Focus. I used to be able to focus. Now…
Think. I used to be able to think clearly and quickly. Now my brain is all jumbled. Focus.
Forget. I used to never forget what I was doing. Now I keep forgetting what it was that I was going to do next. Focus.
Write. I used to write, here and there and everywhere. Now I scan a lot of things about coronavirus, but don’t know if I am really reading anything. Focus.
Happy. I used to be happy. Now I am too, but I also feel a lot of emotions that I didn’t feel as often: sadness, anger, anxiety, disappointment, an itching, a restlessness, a fogginess. Focus.
Thankful. I used to thank you for connecting with me. Now I thank you again for being there with me. In this. In all of this. and in whatever might come.
Keep a diary, I’ve been told.
This is my diary – this blog as a public display of self since 2014. Once a week, and as needed.
Today, I couldn’t focus. Yesterday, I couldn’t either. Same story the day before.
Each day is a process. A journey. A step.
A word written. A word deleted.
Are you home?
I hope you stayed home.
Do you have food?
Have you seen anyone?
I see you, dear.
You’re on mute, again.
Can you unmute yourself?
That’s all for now.
Like I said, today wasn’t in focus.