I’ve been struggling the last couple of months with anxiety and overwhelm. (Um duh I guess, I never shut up about it.) I’m just so over this ongoing pandemic saga, and yet it continues. Like, how rude.
Every day feels like Groundhog Day. For those not familiar with the (slightly problematic) 1993 movie, our main character, played by Bill Murray, lives the same day — Groundhog Day — over and over and over again. No matter what he does, he always wakes up at 6 a.m. on Feb. 2. The only thing that’s different is how he reacts.
I’m too dumb to come up with analogy myself. I heard this reference twice in the same week. The first was in a newsletter from Suzannah Conway, who wrote, “I’m bruised by the Groundhog Day-ness of it all.” OMG Suzannah Conway, me too! AND THEN a nurse on an NPR segment on school healthcare workers said the same thing.
Because at first, I too was confused, just like our buddy Bill. Then I was depressed. Admittedly, I’ve never gotten to the acceptance part. I haven’t actually tried to do anything with these repeating days that might better myself or the world around me. I don’t know, that seems like a fairly tall order during a pandemic.
Hell if I know what my point is, you guys, but I am sick of living the same day. I need to figure out a way off this hamster wheel. What would Bill do?