Ennui

en.nui

noun
a feeling of listlessness and dissatisfaction arising from lack of occupation or excitement. 
“he succumbed to ennui and despair”

The year 2020 has been a bit crazy so far, and Michigan is now under a shelter-in-place order. There are many folks who are nervous and scared, and even some folks who have resorted to hoarding. How many rolls of toilet paper or bags of potatoes does one house need? Hopefully all the women out there are remembering feminine products! Our president, DT, is giving daily briefings which do nothing to assuage our fears or give us comfort. We are being assaulted on all sides by Facebook, Instagram, the daily news, and the unsolicited opinions of our acquaintances. 

I’m not surprised that some of us are suffering from ennui. It is very easy to become listless, bored, and dissatisfied with the world today. Every day I hear of another friend who is getting laid off or completely let go. I am trying to find a job in this crazy environment, and I feel anxious and a bit helpless. Even if I got a job, when would I even be able to start? There is very little for me to be excited about.

So how do I avoid succumbing to ennui and despair? 

1. I’ve begun playing Trump Bingo during his daily briefings. You can too! It’s fun, and also exciting to be able to call Bingo!

2. I am spending a lot of time outdoors. I love being in the woods or just sitting outside watching the dogs play. Fresh air is a commodity that cannot be hoarded and is in constant supply. 

3. I’m spending a lot more time with Jameson. I’m sure some of you have small kids who are annoying the hell out of you, but I encourage you to embrace this time that has been gifted to you. It’s not ideal, but it’s a chance to connect. 

4. I have been pushing myself to get out of bed and stay busy. I write lists and keep a notebook. It’s hard to be accountable, because I am constantly finding projects to occupy my time.

5. I am drinking. Not a lot, but a couple of cocktails help turn my mind off at night!

Friends, if you feel yourself falling into ennui, call me, write me, Skype with me, or text me. As someone who basically worships her bed, if I can grind it out every day, so can you. 

We are in this together. For better or worse, let’s at lease take care of each other (with a 6ft distance of course).