Find Your Inner Superman!
These are trying times. Lately, by the end of each day, I am a pin-prick away from having a full-on panic attack. And that is an exhausting way to live.
It's the news. I have started watching it and it is all Covid-19 related. Infection rates are skyrocketing, as are deaths and hospitalizations. And people still seem to not get that they, to a large degree, have a say in whether they become infected.
It's all so simple... just do the right things. Wash your hands. Social distance. Stay home. Limit the number of people you come in contact with. Avoid large crowds. And... wear a mask!
I do all these things, yet, due to the preponderance of news focused on all those becoming infected, I am still convinced that, since I am not that lucky of a person, Covid-19 will find me, no matter what.
Irrational?
You bet.
But I would argue: we are living in irrational times.
So how do we survive? How do we keep it together? How do we not crack wide open like a watermelon thrown from the top of a three-story building?
Simple.
We must summon strength from within.
It exists. It's in there... in each of us, somewhere.
And all we have to do to cope... to succeed... to defeat... to win... to breathe ...to live through this?
Is find our inner Superman!
So how do we survive? How do we keep it together? How do we not crack wide open like a watermelon thrown from the top of a three-story building?
Simple.
We must summon strength from within.
It exists. It's in there... in each of us, somewhere.
And all we have to do to cope... to succeed... to defeat... to win... to breathe ...to live through this?
Is find our inner Superman!
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Wishing you all great peace.
Enjoy your weekend!
- Uptonking from Wonderland Burlesque
Superman - Barbra Streisand
Superman - Celi Bee and The Buzzy Bunch
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6 comments:
Oh, Upton. I feel you.
I was just talking yesterday with the wyphe that the whole covid-19 keeps me on edge. You're not alone. Also, people do not seem to understand that it's a fucking pandemic. People seem to have the attention span of a fucking gnat. Not to mention IMPOTUS telling the country that it was like the flu. Ugh.
I will end up being a hermit until they find a fucking vaccine.
People are idiots.
And may I have the Superman in the brown hoodie? I can help him with that toilet paper problem.
And does The Buzzy Bunch sound like Silver Convention or am I just crazy?
XOXO
FUCK the idiots that won't wear a mask! hope they die!
a friend of mine has a t-shirt that says "6 feet back or 6 feet under - your choice".
You aren't alone in your concerns...that's for sure. All we can do is follow the rules ourselves, and pray that we don't need a hospital for any reason. Those places were bad enough as hotbeds of infections without Covid running rampant.
We can only hope that Cheeto goes away and the majority of the country listens to Joe and his newly installed task force.
Oh, love that song...the entire Superman album is good. Perhaps I should put it on and s l o w l y scroll through the delightful pics you've posted. (Who knew there were so many different Superman briefs?)
Your right about the covid. And we're only hearing more now to because the election is over. And the great Dump hasn't even mentioned it once since losing the election. He has made it bluntly clear he does not care about it and moved on.....more worried about his own ego.
Now this is a Superman post. If I can find my picture with my tee shirt Ill email it to you over the weekend!!!!! Would that help cheer you up a bit?!?!?
I hear ya upton. My poor partner, Jerry, is beginning to crack from Covid-fatigue. I've begun meditating, which is helpful for a while. Very relaxing. Until I look at the news again. Like you said: breathe.
Hang in there, uptonking. Imagine the prairie, your first visit in the spring. The warm breeze folding around you, rich with the scents of awakening.
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