HOW I LAUNCHED OUT OF PANDEMIC PAJAMAS BACK INTO THE WORLD?
July 6, 2021
By Katie L Lindley
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“One morning I shot an elephant in my pajamas. How he got into my pajamas I’ll never know.” Groucho Marx
Ode to the end of staying at home and wearing masks. Good news, right? Time to put away all your cute stay-at-home wear and get into the new now; here comes summer.
I must admit I found the cozy, with the stay-at-home orders. I never felt as if I was missing out. I took the time to walk the dog more. I saw book two to the end; now it the editors to have their way, yay! “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow”.
I had a bubble group of friends that was not more than five. I cleaned closets and cooked more. Yes, I made sourdough bread, didn’t we all? I confess I put on weight and drank more. I know I was not alone on that front. I Netflix binged; I think millions of people did. I was blessed I did not get sick. I knew others that had no fun.
Now it is time for rebirth and renewal! To submerge into life’s endless possibilities. Masks are off, movies houses are on, concerts, ballgames, travel, oh my. Love is in the air as weddings are being scheduled. Covid-19 could not take down love as babies were born and love happened. Now that our faces can shine, so can our love possibilities.
I cannot pad around in my sleep-wear all day. It is time to come out of the bubble. Get back into my pre-covid weight and crawl out of my cozy shell. My once-a-month goals are as such:
Keep the pajamas sets to three, donate clothes I no longer need.
Go out to lunch once a month with a friend.
One day a month, no media, including tv.
Donate my time at a homeless shelter.
A day focused on an outdoor adventure, albeit garden, hike, or beach.
One day a month to stay at home, pajamas and all, quiet read.
Drink less, exercise more.
Write down and share the recipes from the past year.
My personal take-a-way from this year…
I became closer to my husband as he worked at home. I learned exactly what he does and how brilliant he is at it. We learned to share the house as our domestic life was going forward, even in pajamas. I learned new recipes and focused on gardening. I read more, wrote more, and really loved the solitude.
This past year I tried to smile under my mask. I learned to live life in a smaller domestic bubble. Life still moved forward. It was just quieter.
Confession, part of me will miss some aspects of stay-at-home orders. I will admit the solitude can inspire a writer’s heart.
Post-Pandemic, our world will become accessible. We all deserve the choices that will now be available. I hope that business will reopen, and we will all thrive. If I see you, do not be surprised if there is a long hug ready for you.
My Mantra: “Changes will always be a part of life, share the positive from change
Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.
Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.