Gratitude Practice 2020 Day 88: What About Bob?

Can't even express how much I enjoyed watching this movie the other night. It's hilarious on a normal day....but deep inside a global pandemic...this film takes on an entirely new level of enjoyment and relatability. Grateful for brilliant writing, dynamic yet absurd characters, and a dreamy set...is Lake Winnipesaukee even real? Grateful for a world where Bob Wiley, Doctor Leo J. Marvin and sweet sweet Faye exist...even if only on the big screen. So worth your time...

Here is the thing...this homebound social distancing stuff...it's hard on a good day and when I saw Bob Wiley strapped to the front of a tiny little sailboat I instantly thought....that is it! That is exactly how I feel about all of this.

I feel like pre-global pandemic we were all intrigued by the idea of "take a vacation...from my problems?" and the universe was listening and so now we've all got a whole lotta new ones...figures.

I feel like I'm conquering all of my fears as I "baby step" from one wave of natural disasters anxiety to the next.

On the regular, I actually repeat out loud "I feel good. I feel great. I feel wonderful" as I bounce around the walls of our home.

Learning how to successfully work from home while mitigating all of the full-time mama duties leaves me saying, "I'm doing the work, I'm baby-stepping, I'm not a slacker! ..."

With each monotonous day of this new routine Burke and I keep looking at each other with big wide eyes thinking... "Baby step to four o'clock..."

Somehow, after every homemade meal, with gratitude gushing, I find myself asking, "is this hand shucked?"...even when no corn on the cob is being served.

"Gimme Gimme, I need I need" all of the chocolate and all of the starchy bread products.

An actual conversation I've had with Sarah Kate this week contained these exact words, "What if I'm looking for a bathroom, I can't find one, and my bladder explodes?”

And if these damned germs took human form my thoughts would absolutely be,

"You think he's gone? He's not gone. That's the whole point! He's never gone!"

With each passing day of this social distancing, “Hi, I'm Bob/Liz. Would you knock me out, please? Just hit me in the face.”

And like Bob Wiley, absolutely drunk with self-congratulations and chronic paranoia, I feel down right heroic as I strap myself to the front of this pandemic cruise ship with multiple ill fitting life preservers and the worlds wimpiest string and celebrate that, "I'm SAILING! I'M SAILING!"