Good morning, Thursday. Happy Earth Day to all. It's freezing in NYC, but the perfect amount of chill to have the window cracked and to keep the sheets nice and cold and the doggie snuggled next to you warm. I don't mind.
So, yea. It's been a minute since I've written here. I keep meaning to post about new favorite things, my current trend spots like the weird obsession with the 70s and 80s tennis clothes (everywhere), and why Vitamin C is the best skin care ingredient for Spring (brighten up y'all).
But instead, it's come to my attention that the NY Times has diagnosed me and many of us with a state of being called "languishing". Read it and weep and tell me it doesn't perfectly describe where you are right now. And if not, let it be known that it perfectly describes me,
From the article:
"It wasn’t burnout — we still had energy. It wasn’t depression — we didn’t feel hopeless. We just felt somewhat joyless and aimless. It turns out there’s a name for that: languishing.
Languishing is a sense of stagnation and emptiness. It feels as if you’re muddling through your days, looking at your life through a foggy windshield. And it might be the dominant emotion of 2021".
Although I like the term because it calls to mind some Victorian vaporish state where one has hand to forehead while reclining on a fainting chaise, it's not ideal because I have stuff to do. And people to see. And a sense that somehow I need to re-enter society in some form, though I don't really feel like it.
I don't miss airports. Or boarding zones.
I don't miss the traffic. Or crowded subways. Or shitty lunch options in midtown.
I don't miss much of my so-called life, yet I'm not thrilled with my current sitch.
Am I super duper lucky to feel healthy and to have stable work? A million times, yes. And I'm not ungrateful in any way.
So hold my calls. I'm languishing. One plus? I have found that exercise is my saving grace, my hail mary, and the one thing that consistently takes me out of my cream of broccoli soup brain and into a good place. I don't miss a day, and my burpee game is TIGHT. I have always loved exercise, and for those of you feeling the way I do, it's truly the best medicine. At least for an hour a day.
I'm not sure how to get out of this bubble. What will replace this state of languishing, and how will we come out of it? I have no fucking idea. I wish I did.
Are you thriving, barely surviving, or straight-up languishing? Join me on the settee and perhaps we can help each other. Curious to know how you are all doing. And how many days in a row are too many to wear the same grey cardigan? Asking for a friend.
Cause that's what's up this L word of a Thursday in the 718. Yours, in catchphrases and states of being. XO