This week, I returned to the office for the first time since my workplace went into lockdown three months ago. And as much as I like my job and the people I work with, I was… apprehensive.
Plenty of people have developed some form of coronavirus-related anxiety during the pandemic, and I guess I have too. But I also had anxiety before COVID-19. And the line between my usual anxiety and COVID anxiety isn’t clearly defined.
I live in Western Australia, where the number of cases has been low and there doesn’t appear to be community transmission. In other words, there’s no need for panic; we’ve been very fortunate. But I can’t help my thoughts and feelings — only what I do about them.
So on Monday, I got up earlier than I have in months and went to work.
It was nice to see my co-workers in person, rather than through a webcam. Although the office was still quiet compared to normal (or at least the old, pre-COVID normal). Sometimes eerily quiet.
There were some nervous moments, especially on the train, where it can be hard to physically distance yourself from other people. It’s also winter here, and you inevitably come across people with sniffles and other cold-like symptoms. But I got through my first week unscathed and lived to write this to you. 😉
I have no idea what the future brings. But I suppose all I can do is face it as it comes, cover my coughs and sneezes, and wash my hands properly. And hope others are doing the same.
You’re more of a journal than a diary. A diary is where I’d record things like “10:00 meeting with General Kenobi” or “Death Star plans due COB”, probably on a daily basis. Whereas a journal is where I talk about my thoughts, feelings, etc. whenever it suits me. But I enjoy the alliteration of “Dear Diary” so I’m planning to keep saying it. Besides, it’s my blog, I’m gonna call it what I want. 😀
Now that we’ve established that you’re a journal, let’s talk about my problems. 😛
Recently, I had a conversation with a colleague that went something like this:
Colleague: “Lee-Ann, I just discovered online that you’re a writer. Tell me more.”
Me: [awkward laughter] “Ah, I’ve dabbled in the occasional short story and was doing some theatre reviews pre-COVID, nothing special…”
I kind of downplayed my writing to my colleague — not because it’s supposed to be a state secret or anything, but because… that’s just how I am? I don’t particularly like talking about myself. Actually, I don’t really like talking at all. Which is going to be an obstacle to any potential success I could have as a writer/author, since I’d have to do my own marketing regardless of whether I’m traditionally or self-published.
But I don’t write because I want to be famous. It’d be great to do well, of course. I’d love for someone out there to connect with my stories. But fame isn’t something that appeals to me.
There’s one reason why I write. For the longest time, it was the only way I was able to express myself. I’ve always been shy, but more than that, I’ve struggled with social anxiety/social phobia for as long as I can remember. So I started writing in a bid to find my voice.
When I say my writing is “nothing special”, I mean… It’s not special because it’s just talking. Except that I don’t talk (much), so I write instead.
It’s up to others to decide if my words are worth reading. 🙂
Today, I give you life. I’m not a mummy blogger, but I guess I’m a blog mummy? Haha.
You’re not my first blog baby. I’ve had a few. And I’ve managed to keep my Bon Jovi fan blog, Blame It On The Love, going since 2008 (which makes it the longest commitment I’ve ever made to anything). You’re the first one I’m addressing directly as if you’re sentient, though…
Anyway, I guess I’ll start with a little about me.
I’m a writer and aspiring novelist. I studied journalism but knew I wasn’t cut out to be an actual journalist. Now I’m a library technician by trade and I’m happy.
I like singing too. It’s purely a hobby for me but definitely one that’s helped keep me mentally well during COVID-19 isolation.
And a little about you, Baby Blog? Well, I don’t think parents should try to dictate how their kids turn out. 😉 But I did call you Diary at the beginning of this post, didn’t I? So I guess this is where I’ll record some of my thoughts on life and my journey towards becoming the kind of writer I want to be.