I’m in Limbo. Yes, me and the rest of the world. We’re all in a complete state of pure and utter in-between-ness, stuck in this weird, surreal phase of moving forward and going backwards at the same time – or so it feels. If there were ever a time for contradictions, apparently this is it.
I decided to write a letter to myself. Yes, myself — a letter. I’ll start at the beginning. I’ll talk to myself with love and compassion. The way I’d talk to my best friend
May you walk in peace even when your heart is shaking. May you never feel fearful or alone, never feel distant or afraid. May you always remember that even as you walk in shadows, with not a light in sight, that the light inside you will illuminate your spirit. May you always get up after you fall, knowing instinctively that you are far stronger than you will ever realise
It seems like a lifetime ago, when in fact it’s only been a few months. It all came on so suddenly, too suddenly. One second we were getting lattes and lunches, the next we were glued to our TV screens, and wandering aimlessly through apocalyptic supermarkets, the empty shelves a glaring reminder of our harsh reality — “a new normal.”
Without going into the nitty gritty, It’s been a hard couple of months for me. In many ways, I feel like I’m back to where I started a few weeks ago. Nothing major or substantial has changed in my surroundings.