Self isolation thoughts. (And Pictures). I’ve always kept a journal. Sometimes daily, sometimes weekly, sometimes monthly. I don’t have a method or any restrictions or requirements, only that when I’m not journalling, I feel like I should be. I write to process emotions and experiences, and so usually when the words flow freely, it’s because I’m feeling unbalanced or overwhelmed and when things are good (or simply just ‘busy’), the words do not flow at all. So now I’m finding

I've just reached day 50 of quarantine. Day 50. I can't believe it. I feel as though it's a milestone that requires/deserves/demands celebrating but of course all the things I'd like to do to celebrate are temporarily not allowed. But how temporary is temporary? Nobody really knows how long this way of life is going to last, do they? I certainly don't. I've been living day by day, not making many plans, keeping my head down and spending more time at home than I ever have befo