I feel like a broken record every time I indulge in another 2020 oooooof meme but there’s truth to it all too. It’s been a lot. My eyes have been opened wider. Part of that whole eyes wide open thing has been questioning things. A lot of things.

It’s not often that I find myself at a loss for words. Maybe it’s the looming autumn, perhaps work is taking a giant share of my mental load, or maybe I’m entering a new phase of this pandemic. All could be true at the same time. More simply put, I don’t have something succinct to share with y’all.

Have you ever been at a party or watching a show or reading a book and right in the middle of it, panic washes over you as the looming, inevitable fact that the end is drawing near? That’s my current mood dreading the forthcoming fall and then, I am loathe to say, winter.

I’m in a bit of a tailspin, festering over the same question that I can’t stop thinking about. Here goes: I listened to an ask for advice podcast – Lainey Gossip’s What’s Your Drama – and a question that is simultaneously trivial and loaded perked up. In 2020, do we have to wear a bra?

For many of us we are enjoying that the sun is shining and the heat is rising. Eager to get outside? You bet. It’s no understatement that this summer is different from any one before it. We are likely all trying to navigate how to stay safe during the Covid-19 pandemic. And sane.

June has been a revolutionary month. As we continue to progress through this pandemic, issues that affect us all are illuminated too. I’m talking about inequality, systemic racism, Black Lives Matter, Canadas injustices and lack of reconciliation with our indigenous peoples, and oh, yeah, it is Pride Month.

The past few weeks have been revolutionary. People of colour have been pleading societies about systemic racism for years, decades, and centuries. Now, finally, the world is not only hearing the cries but we are actually doing something. we being white people.

As part of this pandemic I have been reading countless articles on how the fashion industry is coping. Sixty plus days in, the posts that seem to resonate the most within me are the ones with owner operated businesses sharing how they are shifting their business in this unprecedented time.

Like so many of us bound to the safety of our own homes – mostly for others, not ourselves, remember – we now have had sufficient time to let this new normal set in a bit. Your dog/ baby/ plant looks straight into your soul, past your eyes telekinetically asking, “How is that really going for you?” Ooof.

After you’ve checked in with loved ones, returned extra toilet paper to the authorities, have a few groceries in your home, and washed your hands as thoroughly as Gordon Ramsay, it’s time. It’s time to have some silly fun at home.

I’ve been in love before. Fast flames, deep friendships, and long-term relationships. That said, I’ve never been in love quite like this before. You make me feel things and I suspect I’m not the only one. You have many admirers.

We are creatures of habit. Good and bad. We have our patterns and tend to duplicate them. That’s why they are a pattern, duh