So tell me what you want, what you really really want…
I want to speak to someone every day
I want to write
I want to exercise for as long as I can to stay sane
I want to help other people
I want to move my work online
I want to take up the guitar again
I want to draw and read and meditate
I don’t want Netflix to creep into my days nor rule my nights
I want to stay hopeful, while allowing myself moments of melancholy and gloom
I want to look after Mum as best I can from a distance
I want to eat well and learn new recipes, maybe even bake those vegan cakes I have been ogling for months
I want flowers in my house as often as possible
I want to write letters to Mum, not just emails and texts, because she loves getting letters
I want to ask for help when I need it, to encourage others to do the same, and to give it when people ask it of me
I wan to enjoy the sanctuary of my home and to count my blessings
I want to take things one day at a time so I don’t spiral into panic
I want to lead myself and others in whatever small way I can
I don’t want to succumb to my desire for endless cake and chocolate
I want to be a friend to myself in isolation
And when this is all over, I want the biggest fricking party in town where we send rockets of light into the sky, spray fountains of champagne around us and dance like we have never danced before.