Some people are able to find inspiration in any direction they look.
I don't think I'm one of those people, and I envy them.
It seems lately that trying to come up with something worthy of documenting is virtually impossible. Quite frankly, in a pandemic, there's not much to do. Everything seems mundane, and repetitive, and quite frankly, uninteresting to document.
For a lot of people, 2020 has been an exhausting year, and we're not even halfway done. There's been pandemics, shutdowns, deaths, racism, and who knows what else we have to deal with. But mentally, it's exhausting to be constantly confronted with that level of chaos and abnormality on such a consistent basis.
As much as everybody wants 2020 over, there's nothing saying 2021 will be back to normal either. We, as a global population, are dealing with a level of shock unprecedented in most of our lifetimes. There was a poll I saw that said 1 in 5 Americans report feeling as though they'll never feel safe in public again. On some level, I get it. I don't know if I'll ever get over it either. I just hope there comes a time where news headlines actually result in shock, because frankly, everything chaotic on the internet is just expected at this point.
My point in all this? Well, I'm not sure I even necessarily have one. My thoughts seem highly discombobulated lately. I wish there was something more inspirational or meaningful to talk about, but that's evidently not where we're at.
A perspective shift could be useful right about now. How to find it? That's still a work in progress.
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