This word has been circulating around for a while now, and it’s become *the* word of 2021 - languish. We’re all feeling it in some capacity.

The dictionary explains this word as “(of a person or other living thing) lose or lack vitality; grow weak or feeble”, “fail to make progress or be successful”, and “suffer from being forced to remain in an unpleasant place or situation.”. All accurate descriptions of what we’ve been feeling lately. Because things just aren’t the same anymore. We’re not as joyous as we used to be, and certainly not spontaneous and carefree, especially around each other.

This ongoing pandemic has taken the small joys out of life… the other day I put makeup on for the first time in months… it actually felt good, and I enjoyed my face looking different. We went out for a stroll, and then ran into a store for some essentials… back in the car, once I took my face mask off and saw my makeup all over it, I was miserably reminded why I don’t wear it these days… I really hate seeing makeup on my face masks. And I really crave wearing lipstick without covering it or it smudging on my face or mask!

I don’t even find joy in wearing pretty dresses these days and the other things that bring me joy usually, aren’t hitting the mark anymore.

Yes, it’s shallow of me to complain about that when so many are suffering, and in the grand scheme of things, hubby and I are OK (and so are our families), but I can’t ignore nor deny my feelings and beating myself up because of them isn’t any better.

These past few weeks have been overwhelming (if you follow me on Instagram, and watch my stories, I usually share more on there), and the “blah state” has been a bit more pronounced… the hot weather is not helping, and neither is the lack of excitement these days. But I tell myself that this is just a “season”, and I allow myself to take it one day at a time, day by day because feelings are also fleeting, and this won’t last forever… This is just a season, not a lifetime…