So, it's been 15 days of quarantining (according to my daily instagram videos, at least), and it's becoming a trend that I wake up between 2:30 and 4:30am.
What is this nonsense??
I want to blame my cat for making noise, but the past few times it hasn't even been her fault. And even if she is running around because she slept all day and has pent up energy... I wear earplugs! I can't hear anything she might be doing.
The truth is, it's my darn brain.
Or, it must be. I deleted the news app on my phone a few days ago so I've been worrying less and only cry once (okay maybe twice) a day now which is huge progress.
But I mean, I'm not an idiot. Just because I don't read the news doesn't mean I assume everything is fine now. In fact, maybe not reading the news is worse. It's like a bathroom scale. Weighing yourself everyday is too much, but if I don't weigh myself for a long time, I start worrying that I've gained five pounds and continue to worry until I stress-eat enough to actually gain five pounds. (Maybe you don't relate to this. If you do, I probably know who you are and I hope you're proud of me that I came up with this amazing analogy).
I guess there's a happy medium to the reading the news (but it's never really happy, is it?).
But meanwhile here I am at 4am.
Oh wait, now it's 6am.
See, that's the good thing. Waking up at 4am can be a good thing because I'm up! Everywhere is closed. The only option I have is to get things done! Apply for that job online. Finish making that pair of earrings. Email that friend back. Finish creating that flyer. Write that blog post! When else will you have time anyway?
Oh wait, RIGHT, I totally forgot, it's the Twilight Zone and everything is closed all the time and most of us are out of a job and we have all the time in the world.
So now it's 6am and I have the rest of the day to "get things done" AKA evaluate my life choices and... oh right.. I guess I should probably read the news.
...I'm going back to bed instead.
Goodnight and see you next week!