Personal blog: "A time of pauses", by bonzopoe

I recently wrote a post titled 'Time for Beginnings', because I was having a lot of ideas to write, but I didn't have time to finish them, and they were piling up.

I commented in the post that I did not say it presumptuously, since they are processes that many times, if not almost always, escape our will.

Well, after that time of beginnings, that time of being on the rise, I've had a not very positive week, and not only in writing, but in general mood. Being life as it is, a roller coaster, and with this post-pandemic time, one of those in which instead of sitting down you are practically hanging, I have had a time of forced pause.

I have been battling for days with a discouragement caused by isolation, but I have survived, and I think the worst is over; I am already a little more animated, and the writing of this post is proof of it.

And the thing is that I have continued to have ideas, but my spirit has been a burden that has not allowed me to register them, and more than one has been collateral damage. Just thinking about sitting down to write them seemed to me as if I were writing Don Quixote, and I haven't always been able to overcome the invisible weight of demotivation that I've been hanging around my neck for the last few days.

Part of my rehabilitation has been to transplant some diseased plants and see how they recover. Listening to loud music late at night (sorry neighbors). Reading, calling old friends to see how they are doing, calling family with the same objective, showers when necessary to wake up the mind, and to a lesser extent please the body by eating things that I shouldn't, but they raise my morale, along with with cholesterol, blood sugar and God knows how many other things.

The effects have not been shocking but they have been noticeable, and although I have not yet recovered my black and acid humor, let's say it already has a grayish tone that gives me hope. Little by little I recover my usual state of mind, which is not something to brag about either, otherwise I would not like to write so much, but it is much better than the one that nested in me last week.

When things like this happen, one realizes that it is not the sea, but the ship. And we have to see how to avoid storms, because no matter how terrible they are, they are never eternal, and in the end the sun always rises and the sea calms down enough to allow us to explore new horizons that are less prone to storms.

Let's say that I still haven't reached a paradisiacal beach where I can anchor and live the high life with mojitos and seafood cocktails, but the waves are already navigable, although at times they still tilt the ship dangerously, so don't be overconfident.

If my forecasts are correct, in the next few days the sea will calm down little by little until the sun rises, but surely there will be some rain before reaching crystal clear waters. However, things have calmed down enough to be able to enjoy the trip again, with all its ups and downs.

At the end of the day, life is just that, a coming and going, an up and down, with the balance slightly tilted on our side. And it is these dark or gloomy moments that allow us to value and enjoy the light, so this pause is just that, a momentary stop along the way, but not the road, just one more obstacle to overcome, as there have been so much before and there will still be surely in the future.

I hope to be able to post when I get to crystal clear waters, but before I run, I must walk, or in this case, get to dry land or safe waters. Until then.

Thank you very much for reading this post and dedicating a moment of your time. Until next time and remember to leave a comment.