Breaking Up Or Is It Out...

I'm sorry but this isn't going to work out. Honestly? It's not you...it's me.

I never thought I'd ever hear myself say those words, but a few days ago I "broke up" with my insurance company in my quest to trim down our monthly expenditures. Someone else quoted me a much better offer than the plan I was currently on. No, this wasn't necessarily a goal of mine made during our time "quarantine-ing."

But after several months of silence, I guess I should probably found out what's going on in your part of the world. Maybe ask something like, How are you? or Did you survive quarantine?

And you're probably ready to ask Did you lose your mind? 

Maybe I should direct the It's not you...it's me in your direction.

I'm sure you, as fabulous as you are, took the quarantine as a time to do some self-improvment, like  getting into shape or learning to do something new. Maybe you went so far as to get your house all cleaned and organized.

Or maybe you were like me, waking up each morning just hoping to survive until the kids went to bed that evening. For me it was homeschooling and remote teaching at the same time without losing my ever-lovin' mind.

Don't even get me started on my house. I'm just happy I got two loads of laundry done yesterday, even if one load is still in the dryer and one is in the basket ready to be folded. Here I thought it was because I didn't have the time to get everything done when there was no worldwide pandemic. Then three days into being at home, I realized something monumental: time had nothing to do with it.

I'm fine. It's fine. Everything's fine. became my motto over the last few weeks. And I would mutter that with frizzed, overgrown hair and a crazed, glassy-eyed expression.

I just never realized how much I took the simple act of going to church, getting a haircut, or eating at a Mexican restuarant, or any restuarnt for that matter, for granted.

And social distancing? You can forget that. I just want to give someone a big 'ol hug or maybe shake their hand. It should probably be someone I know, or the It's not you. It's me. will become one lame attempt to diffuse a very awkward situation.

Whether it's cutting ties with my insurance company, practicing my rusty social skills with someone who is older than eleven, or trying not to "drink" my order of Queso Blanco while out in public, I'm just so happy to be back....

...and I'm thrilled to be able to go somewhere other than the grocery store.

Simply Breaking Out of Quarantine,