It has been that kind of week.
If you are having a bad day or a brutal week, so am I.
PSA: I appreciate and respect anyone who publishes on Medium. I am not ripping your articles. Rather, I am simply venting.
This week has been no joy. Any semblance of a life as a social being was again placed on an indeterminate hold as the pandemic rages in the Keystone State. Indoor activities — whether they be for exercise, work, or a caffeine kick — are flatly prohibited or permissible via significant modification and nonetheless carry the risk of contracting a gnarly respiratory infection. Moreover, temperatures in the thirties and forties in the City of Brotherly Love have rendered outdoor dining a test of one’s tolerance for cold. I think the pilot episode of this tragic comedy is being glossed Are You Canadian Enough!?
During a week like this, articles such as How I Made $16,000 Per Post, Five Hacks to Figure Out the Meaning to Life, or Just Keep Writing, Slacker instill an urge for me to launch my phone through the computer. When every day is the same, learning productivity hacks are prioritized several notches below scooping the cat’s poop. Fortunately, I have read a sufficient amount of stories on mindfulness and zen topics such that I refrain from destroying Apple products out of frustration.
The point of this blurb is to let you, dear reader, know that some of us on this side of the keyboard, like some of y’all on that side of the screen, sometimes struggle to grind through each day. This pandemic year fucking blows. But I am confident that we’ll (eventually) triumphantly emerge from the nightmare.
