Tiring, this lockdown stuff, innit? I’ve been on screens all day and although I’ve enjoyed pretty much everything I’ve done, I’m absolutely totally knackered, which is not a good mindset for writing a blog. But I need to write something, since I said I would write this blog every day of lockdown, because it’s a good habit to get into. To quote BoJack Horseman “Every day it gets a little easier. But you gottta do it every day. That’s the hard part “
So to actually make this post happen I’m going to write about The C Word. Not the actual C Word, mind you. Back when all this kicked off, I wrote that it’s going to be like a marathon swim, and that we, I, need to swim to the next feed. In other words, to chunk it, to cut it up into manageable bits and just take it day by day, hour by hour. In marathon swimming terms, that means you just fix your mind on swimming to the next time you get a cup of warm drink, or a jelly baby, or a bit of banana: the things that nourish you and warm you up and give you a moment of human contact from your boat support, the things that keep you going. So here, in no particular order, are some of my feeds* during this strange time:
A hot bath. Back when it was that cold snap, I’d been working at my laptop all day and I suddenly realised that I was really chilly and really miserable. So I ran a big hot bath and sat in it for an hour reading my book. It was bloody wonderful, so I’m repeating the exercise every week to maximise the wonderfulness.
Conversely, cold showers. Because I don’t want to loose my acclimatisation, I’ve been making myself turn the water to cold and standing under it for two minutes every morning after I’ve had my “proper” shower. It’s not an actual cold water swim but in terms of the endorphins that flood your body afterwards, it’s not dissimilar. Sadly no replacement for the Lido, but better than nothing at all, and I’ve weirdly started to look forward to it. Habit is a very strange thing.
My “commute”. I got this phrase from a Guide to Remote Leadership by the CEO of Ogilvy about how to lead during lockdown which was circulated by my CEO, and whilst your anti-capitalist reflex might dismiss it as a load of wank, it was actually not half bad. One of the recommendations is that when you’re working from home, you should replace your normal commute with some sort of buffer zone between getting up and starting your work day, and mine is going back to bed with a pot of tea and “the papers”. It’s the only time I look at the news; I also catch up on social media and generally ease into my day. It makes getting up a lot easier if you know there’s a pot of tea between you and reality.
Food. I seem so far to be avoiding Eating ALL The Food and Drinking ALL The Alcohol, but I am REALLY enjoying my food. For instance, I impulse bought a six pack of hot cross buns when I did my weekly shop on Wednesday. On Thursday I had five hot cross buns. On Friday I had four. There is one hot cross bun left for tomorrow and believe me, I am LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT BUN.
Digital connectivity. It seems somewhat strange to think that a mere six months ago we were talking about digital detoxes and the fear that Mark Zuckerberg was peering into our brains. And now, privacy concerns have gone out of the window. Faced with two boxes saying “Personalise your settings” and “Allow access to everything, drill down through my emails, mine my data, take me I’m yours, monetise my immortal soul, JUST LET ME SEE MY FAMILY NOW”, I happily tick the latter. Who would have thought that Eric Yuan** would turn out to be the saviour of mankind?
Humour. Because dogs.
Back to the Sierra tomorrow.
*I’m not going to mention family and friends here because they’re not feeds, they’re oxygen. If you took them away, I would die.
**Zoom. Hands up anyone who had heard of Zoom this time last year? No, I thought not. Go figure.