Complimentary Ennui

Okay, it’s time for some obvious honesty—I’m exhausted.

I know. I know. It’s right up there with the sky is blue, but hear me out.

I’m guessing that you’re exhausted too. I’m not just talking about physical exhaustion, I’m talking mental, emotional, and the whole gamut. Like, I didn’t realize that my hair could feel tired (insert snarky comment here), but it’s happened.

As a friendly reminder, this exhaustion has been earned a thousand times over.

For the northern hemisphere, we’re smack dab in the middle of the winter blues. No matter what hemisphere you’re in, we’re approaching the two-year mark of a global pandemic. And if you don’t have emotional whiplash from the never-ending stream of instructions to “stay home,” but also “get back out there and support x, y, and z,” please share your secret sorcery with me.

I bring up this exhaustion not to wallow, but as a reminder that we’re all exhausted (and with good reason). So, if you too have depleted your energy resources, you have every right to feel that way and are very much not alone.

I don’t have some magic cure-all, but for me, I find that it’s the little things that make the never-ending nature of this pandemic, and its complimentary ennui, tolerable. Like right now, I’m enjoying the silliness and softness of my sheep slippers (pictured above), and a school photo of my nephew making his “I see dead people” face (sadly, not pictured) is reminding me that all feelings are valid…even on class photo day.

Anyways, my point is—find happiness where you can. If you can’t find it at this precise moment, that’s okay. Just remember that you’re not alone.

Be Kind. Be Brave. Stay Awkward.

Listen to the Post

Complimentary Ennui Onward & Awkward

Published by Lindsey

Writer | Editor | Reader | Theater Nerd | Photographer | Traveler | List Enthusiast

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: