Pause. Redux.

Time for a staycation.

We’re taking a pause.  A hiatus.  A break.  We’re tired – not physically, but mentally.  This is the type of exhaustion that creeps up on you, no matter how positive, realistic, or practical you are.  The current situation is like one of those weighted blankets, draped over you, tucked into the corners, that you didn’t ask for.  In other circumstances, taking a break from work would be welcome, but not so much now.  Especially as it isn’t our decision.

Distractions come and go.  The new hobbies, the myriad of new projects, learning how to live online – they all have their moments (my – Devilishly – Dutch is coming along fine, thank you). But all it takes is a single microsecond of awareness that you’re not doing what you do to lead you back into the deep.  It is exhausting swimming against the current.

Add to this, the Black Lives Matter movement.  We are black.  We’ve always known our lives matter.  We’ve always operated with a suit of armour to get through our day, so much so that the weight of said armour has become almost unnoticed.  And yet – now – all that we have pushed aside in order to get on and do our job is front and centre.  As it should be.  But, to be honest with you, how we both don’t have whiplash from all the nodding in agreement, I do not know. 

So, we’re taking a pause. Because our brains are tired and our souls need to have a chance to reboot.  We’ll be back in September – this pandemic is not going anywhere soon (and neither are black people).  There are more people we want to talk to, more brains we want to pick, more reflections we want to share.  Because sharing is caring, right?  And we care.  For you and for ourselves.

Stay safe.  Stay well.  See you in September.

DG

This is how we will be taking care of ourselves. Won’t you join us?