Dear future hubster,
when the weight of global uncertainty, the anxiety of the future, the grief of what should have been and now might never be, all the plans that ended in disaster, and the boredom of having to cook for yourself for 4+ months seem to get you down, and you wonder whether your future wife also has moments of feeling like garbage, worry not.
We all do.
I also happen to be dealing with mountains of bureaucracy as moving countries is a procedure you can practice many times and still never be prepared for what the next country or employer or bank has in store for you, under the Ridiculous Requirements tab.
I'm also bored with my own cooking. Starting to get bored with Korean dramas and I'm worried about what comes after. My covid brain stops me from enjoying long reads, but entertains me with crazy dreams instead.
And summer is here, which this year doesn't mean anything it used to mean. My European tour was cancelled before it could take shape, and I wary even of things and places I'm currently allowed to do or visit.
Sounds gloomy, doesn't it. I'm sure you've tried all the recommended methods to make it a little less gloomy. You've established and kept a schedule, eat well, exercise somewhat regularly, limit your news consumption, keep in touch with your loved ones (except me, don't think I didn't notice that), trying to hang in there.
I've been doing the same. It works to some extent. But you know what I rediscovered recently, that works beyond that extent?
Music. Good old music to dance to. Now that it's summer and hot to Swiss standards, I have an excuse to keep the blinds down most of the time, which means I can dance like nobody can see me, because they can't. Neither can they see what I do or do not wear. Lockdown has made an impact not only on the colour of my hair, but the length of it too, so it's not only ma booty that I get to shake. My neighbours try staying in rhythm with their drilling and elevator-door-slamming, and every now and again a police car adds their vocals too, probably in a desperate attempt to fade out mine.
It's an experience I almost forgot about: having music on not as background noise, but actually for the purpose of actively listening (and dancing) to it, and it's an experience I'm thoroughly enjoying. I might not have the moves like Jagger, but I certainly have a little more endorphin in my system, and in times like this, I want all the endorphin I can get. Maybe uptown funk gon' give it to me.
