There’s new Restrictions for everyday people in Norway, which is rather eye opening & good. You have to be a meter apart on transit & all the school’s are closed including the universities. It’s the strictest rules since WWII & I am happy but frustrated by it. It’ll make it harder to take transit & to do errands, that is frustrating.

I understand all the fuss, because they want to limit who contracts the virus & want to contain the spread of it. Something I fully grasp. COVID 19 is easily spread & it can stay on surfaces for days. I took out my purell travel bottle to carry with me when I am going into town. Will use it when I get off & on the bus.

My cafe will most likely have to close because of how intimate it is when you’re in there. I was hoping to get my bangs cut this week but will have to wait till the end of the month. All large gatherings have been cancelled & I wouldn’t be surprised if they impliment that my husband has to work from home for the next 2 weeks.

I understand that this is my daily routine just find it sad, because it will prevent the spread of COVID 19 but I only wonder for how long we have to be so vigilent? How are you coping with your travel restrictions & movement being restricted? Till the next entry stay safe & cough into your elbow.

Since I began working on my new book things have started to surface. I found an entry in my journal from 13 years ago when I spent the Summer being homeless.

I could barely form sentences in my journal & it was uncomfortable to move & walk. I was gorked out of my mind & had to focus to stay safe when I was in the street shelter. It was the most uncomfortable Summer of my life.

When I look back on it I am grateful for Sniffy, a four legged creature that kept me grounded when my world was full of chaos. I managed to get into sloppily run transitional housing program that was only 2 steps away from the street. Filled with bullies who where often the incomptent staff favorites it forced me to leave the building everyday.

The sanctuary I found over cappuccinos all over Seattle. Where I’d unwrap my laptop & start writing. I would be where ever there was descent WiFi & good coffee.

Good coffee is easy to find in Seattle but my entries reflected my current state of mind. After I’d written my blog I’d go back to do my chores in the wild West that was the transitional program.

I don’t miss the gorked out feeling I experienced that Summer, the total concentration just to walk down the street or the inability to recognize people I knew.

Some days I feel that I have to really concentrate to read or to write. It’s a battle I’ve had for a long time & it’s how I can tell how good/bad my day is or a week. But when I’ve it I pounce & I write or read to my hearts content.

I found this leafing through some 20 year old journals, I found a sweet email from an ex boyfriend who had written a love email to me in the Fall of 2000. Finding this today made me really happy, happy that he had apologized for how things had ended between us. Why am I going through old journals you ask because I am compiling materials for a new book.

No, it’s not going to be about my ex’s though I could write don’t date this kind of guy books. How to spot a cheater et cetera . But I’ll spare you the details of my singledom. Since I have now been married for a decade it’s interesting reflecting on the s*** at the end. It’s like my previous post about inter-sections & how they change your life.

I was grateful for the sweet email I found today, it was great to see how someone could see the errors of their ways & own up to them. I dated a slew of guys & a majority where so egocentric that they would never take ownership for their behavior. So, it was so wonderful to see a guy do that. I wonder what happened to him, he was a really sweet guy when I knew him.

Inter-sections have a way of changing your perspective & I can see in my journals that my life has gotten better. There was a journal I found today where at the end of each entry I had written that I’d hope that things would improve. I kept hoping there would be a silver lining but I wasn’t in a good spot in my life.

Today though is different & I feel strong enough to go through old entries & share that having a tough time mentally is okay, as long as you get the proper help. For me I didn’t get that support from my family I got it from friends. Therapy is not a dirty word & getting it will only make things easier to cope with the everyday. Take it from me I’ve come a Long Way. Till next entry remember to apologize if you f up, it shows you care.