I cried today. That’s nothing new. Every since this pandemic/quarantine started I cry about something every few days. I never know what will set me off. Sometimes its the lack of something, sometimes it’s the feeling of being trapped, others its the feeling that nothing will ever feel normal or an injustice of some sort. Sometimes it’s sheer frustration over everything, all the million little things combined together that I can’t pick just one. All I know is that I’m so done I can’t take another piece of bad or frustrating news no matter how big or small.
My latest crying jag comes compliments of a podcast by writer Sean Dietrich. I was listening to his June 5th (yes I know a month late) entry entitled Essays from a Turbulent World. The first story he tells just got to me. There I stood washing produce I’d just picked up at the store when big ole fat tears started rolling down my face. This guy is the writer I wish I was. He summed up all that I had been feeling in one little essay.
Here’s a link to the episode I spoke of but I invite you to download it on your platform of choice.
Deitrich is on Facebook. He posts a daily essay there that has become my little ritual. Before I begin my day, I sit there on my couch with my coffee and read his essay before I look at my news app. About a month ago, I discovered he did a podcast reading his essays among other things. He sounds like a Southern Garrison Keilor. His voice is both gruff and soothing and to me embodies a Southern gentleman. He often speaks of music, fishing, his dogs, good food, manual labor, love, and family. He pokes fun at things like Southern Baptists and how hell hath no fury like a woman who didn’t get her Tupperware back from a funeral wake. In other words, he talks about all the things that make the world go round. He’s worth a look or a listen.
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