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“Being a mother is a little like ‘Groundhog’s Day.’ It’s getting out of bed and doing the exact same things again and again and yet again – and it’s watching it all get undone again and again and yet again. It’s humbling, monotonous, mind-numbing, and solitary.” Glennon Doyle Melton
Does it seem as if the next day is a repeat of the last day? Bill Murry in “Groundhog Day”, the movie, repeats the same day over again until he learns his lesson. Is that what all of our lives are? Understanding our lesson so we can get to the next day, a different day, a different job, or love, or life?
It feels like everyday seems just like the last, but why?
Stay at home orders have thrown us in a world smaller like a wheel spinning round and round. Our lives have become a tighter circle in attempt to flattening the curve. Heading out may require a mask, gloves, or both.
My routine has changed. My husband’s office is now at home. Going on walks through Santa Barbra and Montecito, most are masked. Eerily resembling something from a sci-fi movie, from the future, but we are not in the future, this is our today.
When I go into a grocery store, I feel slight anxiety every time I put on a mask. It freaks me out to wear one and see others behind their masks. All I can think is what is hiding behind the mask????
I don’t feel calm even though I know this is to keep us healthy, flatten the virus curve, and keep us safe. I need to adjust my worries and embrace our now. Maybe buy myself a really cute mask that makes me feel sassy and accessorize?
Is there anything I can do to not feel like Bill Murry in Groundhog Day? Is there a lesson for me that I can not see? Maybe our lives had always been a bit repetition of the next? Maybe the concept is not so far off as it is more obvious?
My revelation, huge ah ha moments, were when writing my book, a reflection of my journey through love and relationship with men. What I learned was that is was really never about them…. What?
It was never about Mr. Next Guy it was about why I attracted and allowed in Mr. Next Guy. It was way easier to blame the obvious jerk. Much trickier to see that is was me all along a great mirror reflecting the truth of me. Was that my Groundhog Day of truth?
Now that I am married and my dating life is going out with my hubby it is simpler. My life is more certain. However, lessons are as big as they ever were. The lessons do not disappear with “I do”. We still shine a light on what needs to be learned that can be internally full of strife, or gratitude. Both embraceable in the riddled filled pathway we call life, relationships, and love.
If Covid-19 has all of your days looking like the last one, you are not alone. The world is Groundhog-daying us all!
Try something new. Read, walk, take up online yoga, take up online learning, journal your past relationships. Failure is the road to success, make a left and follow your heart, it was there all along. Read my book full of fun, dating, and lessons.
My Mantra: “Finding something new when sheltering at home is a blessing”