This week I decided to revive an archived blog post. In sifting through my old posts, I found one that was all too appropriate. A post that everyone can relate to during this "great pause."
In altering the post to fit current events, I found my attitude to be incredibly different. I did not anticipate such a juxtaposition in my feelings toward putting on pants - then vs. now. It is funny how things can change so unexpectedly.
Check out the original post below, compared to the updated post that follows. The irony is a little painful.
Original Post: Today I Put on Pants: A Soliloquy of Working From Home. (First Week of Quarantine)
Today, on a working Wednesday, I have chosen to put on pants. This is not to say that I have been wandering around my home like a confident Donald Duck. It is just to say I have been wearing only bottoms that have stretchy waistbands and soft fabrics. Today - I put on jeans.
I do not find this to be an accomplishment by any sense of the action of putting on pants. I find it to be a break in my newly settled in habits that have quickly been established by working from home.
My day begins at 5:51 AM: alarm goes off, I roll out of bed, traipse across the cold living room to "My Office", I clock-in, make coffee and begin working. I enter data relating to commercial real estate, take google map photos of properties, enter missing information, and then click the next button. It is simple, it is boring, and I love it!
I am no longer solving issues with tenants or interacting with co-workers. I have not been called any terrible names or had my safety threatened.
I have simply been sitting in a room listening to a podcast over the symphony of snores that come from my new office mates.
They only bother me when a bathroom or snack break is needed. I am in pure heaven in my cozy new cubicle.
My day then comes to an end at 2 PM. Leaving me ample time to learn about wine and accomplish my new years resolutions. Or think about doing so...
I have settled into a new routine and I am much more relaxed/happy. However, I am pretty sure I can be doing more after I clock out.
As of yet, I have been making dinner at 4:30 PM and I am on the couch no later that 6:00 PM. So, this is something I may need to change.
I now sit in my kitchen in my motivational jeans, contemplating going into to the world.
I think I will save that for the weekend!
Today I Put on Pants: A Soliloquy of Quarantine. (Hopefully Last Week of Quarantine)
Today, day 496 of quarantine I have chosen to put on pants. No, I have not been walking around the house like the pant-less Winnie the Pooh, despite my new insatiable hunger. I have simply have been wearing the same comfy clothing for days on end. I am not sure how many days I have been wearing these stained sweatpants and sweatshirt. But today, I put on jeans...for a few minutes.
I find this to be an accomplishment by ALL senses of the action. A break in the settled in habits that have quickly become monotonous. My day begins at 4:30 AM: alarm goes off, I roll out of bed, traipse across the living room to my office, clock-in, make coffee, begin working, and envy my husband for sleeping in.
For eight hours I assist Commercial Broker's in Ohio with their listings, pull reports, and clean up property data. Work has thankfully remained the same.
I have been sitting in a room listening to Wine or True Crime podcasts over the symphony of snores coming from my tenured office mates.
Who only bother me when a bathroom or snack break is needed. We exist together in a cozy and pleasant purgatory.
The first part of my day comes to an end around 1 PM. Leaving me ample time think about the doldrums of Quarantine.
The motivation to get housework done or stay healthy has gone out the window. I am no longer able to plan Wine Adventures or trust that I will achieve my 2020 goals.
I have settled into a new routine and I more anxious than ever. I know I can be doing more after I clock out of work. This is something I am going to change....tomorrow seems like a good time for that.
I now sit in my kitchen, back in my sweatpants and stained sweatshirt. Day dreaming of a quick trip to the grocery store and other freedoms.
I think I will save my motivation for May.
I hope you enjoyed this delightfully ironic blog revival. Who knew jeans would be so symbolic of a life that was?!
What have your pants been doing for you? Have you been wearing them? Comment below with your quaran-jean stories. I would love to hear about how you have been handling quarantine, good, bad or otherwise.
Now time to shake it off like Taylor Swift, get out of the funk and get my butt in gear. Nothing gets accomplished from sitting and bitching. Cheers to moving forward!
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