Since I got used to travelling, it has been hard to be content not having the opportunity to do so. Being in lock-down and social distancing when summer is coming, sounds like “winter is coming”, in the opposite way. Feels like a bird put in a cage. I’m grateful for still having a job, working remotely from the comfortability of home and having almost everything.
However as an antsy pants person and having been travelling monthly to different places for 3 years, to be at home it’s a challenge and mentally deteriorating. Today after 2 months from my last trip and two-months locked-down, 4 trips and 2 concerts cancelled and not having yet a light to say it will change soon, it’s pretty daunting.
At first, I was reluctant about the COVID-19 outbreak, and I wasn’t giving much credit, I thought it was an exaggeration. I even booked 2 trips In February for March and April. But, sooner or later the stream took me locked-down like everybody else. On 14th March I did, assuming I would have to throw my trips away.
As I still have a normal job under the rules of the system that someday I want to leave, having had the chance of getaway in short trips was a medicine for me. Discovering a new place, trying new food, connecting with local people and just being in a new place cleaned up the tiredness of the routine.
It’s been two-months locked-down and I can’t feel fulfilled despite the good things I have. Outside starts to be shinier and warmer, sparrows sing, and the spring parades around with its perfume. The excitement of the weather provokes the opposite on me in this situation.
Going for a walk, a run, or biking at times is not significantly different, because this is not “the different” I found travelling and it’s becoming a “new routine”.
One of these last days, I didn’t want to go out or talking to anyone, I just wanted to close my eyes and falling asleep. I wonder if it was the true feeling of depression. Lying down, in the middle of my internal shadows, paradoxically, that beautiful day turned into a covered threatening sky. The clouds energetically thundered the premonition of a storm and it’s weird, but it was the first time I started to feel content about the weather being “spoiled”.
The storm was like an oasis in the middle of the desert. Going out and getting soaked with the rain was alleviating.
3 learnings to avoid feeling depressed again
- Breaking what becomes the new routine: although self-isolation is the rule, it isn’t healthy to stay at home if the inner self is vibrating to go out. On the other hand, demotivates me to go to the same places again, and again, so I try to discover new open places to go cycling at times there aren’t many people around and this way having more options to disconnect.
- Attracting positiveness and switching off negativeness: the very first I did was switching the TV off and reducing the noise about COVID-19. I try to do everything that keeps me motivated, starting from music (since its effect is remarkable to evoke good emotions), reading books, doing online courses, doing yoga, learning to play music or even painting has been good stuff to stay up.
- Talking to family and friends: having independence and living alone is awesome, but we are not made of steel. I learned that sometimes it’s better to leave some tasks on hold and talking to the good ones to stay positive.
I hope you are doing the possible to feel good as well, and please feel free to leave me a comment to know how you do it yourself. Stay safe and take care 🙂