time.

We all might be starting to get frustrated about being locked in. So I’ve written something for those people.

time.

Some days into the lockdown. Early enthusiasm to make the most of the extra time has dissipated.

As the past week has drifted on, it has chewed away at the mind. Mornings used to begin between 7 & 8. Now a hazy wake up takes place around 10 or 11. Not good enough. The early vibes of zeal in the air have turned to an unsettled malaise.

Frustration has festered. The lack of clarity on when this eternal lockdown might end does not help. One week, two weeks, three weeks. The prospect of it being longer is frightful.

Some seconds pass, many minutes pass, hours have elapsed. Do something. No, the mind shouts back. The angst of having so much time with so few meaningful things has taken hold of the mind.

As our populist politicians say, time to take back control.

This low marks time.

If the first week was downhill, this next week will be uphill. Time to create a personal timetable and fill it with things to complete. Time to stick to it.

Empty aimless days invoke anxiety. Time to create purpose to each day. The days might be protracted and barren, but you have the power to change that.

Time is the most precious commodity we have. Better to use the mind to be productive than have it unravel with anxiety by the cast away nature of time.