Up by the Bootstraps

Working from home has been a wonderful thing, but it's also beginning to feel like an excuse to let myself go. 

For example, I think I'm becoming agoraphobic. The thought of driving anywhere ties my stomach in knots. I really have to push myself to get in the car and go. Yes, I may tell myself it's because the gas prices are so outrageous, but I think we all recognize this as an excuse. 

Then there is the whole eating thing. I was doing really well for a couple of years, but over the past several months, I've rediscovered the medicating properties of ice cream, chocolate and Ruffles. 

Using the weather as an excuse no longer flies. Spring has sprung, as they say, vegetation is budding and the birds are getting it on. So I can't really say the weather is bringing me down. And COVID seems to be receding for the time being.

In fact, I can't really point to anything in particular that's causing my ennui. Yes, I could blame it on world events, but then, there are always going to be world events that make my heart hurt.

So why has Eeyore become my spirit animal?

Well, enough of this, I've decided. It's time to stop using food to medicate myself, head back to the office at least a few times a week and rediscover some passion for things that have fallen by the wayside.

A jigsaw puzzle. A little bird watching in the park. Shopping at a vintage store. 

Or taking on an idiom. Like, where did the phrase, "Pull yourself up by your bootstraps" come from?

Sounds like a blog topic for another day.