I work from home, have been for years. Because of this, I am used to isolating myself most of the week. There’s a difference between staying home because you want to and staying home because you need to.
As I write this, I am actually on day 16 of officially quarantining to our home. That’s 16 days of not seeing the faces of my friends in person, waving at my lovely neighbors from a distance (the ones I like), avoiding the mailman, and not getting to go to thrift stores, which I am finding is a huge part of my sanity.
As a full-time freelance writer and creative entrepreneur, I don’t leave the house much anyway. However, when you “have” to stay home, and it’s not entirely by your own choice, it kicks in the teenage brain that makes you want to rebel and get the heck out of the house.
There were very few cases in our state, and even fewer on our side of the state, when we first started hearing about coronavirus COVID-19 in our home. We’re the kind of people who don’t watch the news - no time, and I’m an empath, so the news makes me want to crawl in a hole and cry.
Music has a way of touching your heart and soul. It can motivate you, relax you, pump you up for action, and it can help you heal from pain and heartache. Without music, where would we be?
On August 27, 2017, my husband (my boyfriend at the time) was rear-ended by a drunk driver. It wasn’t even 7 pm yet. A man driving an SUV hit the back end of Dale’s Prius C, Spaceboy, at full force, crushing the entire hatch area of his car into the backseat area. Dale walked away with a minor concussion and a couple of scrapes, by some miracle.