How am I doing? Well looking objectively at the past couple weeks of my life you could say I’m doing fine. To sum up my days, it’s been a blur of the mundane; waking up, procrastinating doing homework, procrastinating doing chores, laughing with my siblings, being annoyed by my siblings, and after all that still somehow finding the time to play a concerning amount of Just Dance. Truly an appalling amount of Just Dance; my arms haven’t stopped being sore for two weeks straight.

I’ve done some pretty random things to escape the omnipresent threat of boredom. Let’s see, I finally learned how to properly throw a football–and watch out Mahomes because your girl can throw. I also learned I get extremely rough when playing football; turns out I’m not a pacifist. What else…well I’ve spent hours researching new shows to watch, debating which one I should invest my time in; yes, I now see the irony in that. Last week, I started binge-watching a show on Netflix that I thought was going to be great but scarred me in the season finale with things I will never unsee. More, you ask? Well, I’ve read four books since being home. And none of them were good. I learned that one of my sisters is psychotic–in a kind of adorable, harmless psycho way–but still, she needs help. More Just Dance. And oh yeah I watch the news, and read news articles, and have still yet to grasp how insane this whole thing is. 

My life this past month has been simple; normal; mundane. And through the mundane, menial activities I fill my day with, it’s hard to remember that what’s going on in the world right now is the exact opposite. My simple world is in a very precarious position. Life, as we know it will forever be changed by this pandemic. Doctors, scientists, and world leaders are in uncharted waters right now, and yet I feel safe inside my bubble of humdrum. It’s crazy to me that this moment in time will be recorded in the history books with death counts and infamy, and at the same time, I’m kicking my brother’s ass at Just Dance in our living room. 

So how am I doing? Yes, I get stir crazy, bored, and unmotivated–but I’m fine. I’m healthy and so is my family. And no matter how tired I get of the mundane, I will never stop being grateful for it.