There’s a classic punk song by the Ramones called I Want to be Sedated. Some of the lyrics, in case you’ve never heard of the song, goes
“20, 20, 20, 4, hours to go
I wanna be sedated
Nothing to do, nowhere to go, oh
I wanna be sedated…”
When this pandemic started, I actually had that song running through my head for a day or two. I, along with millions others, just hoped this would go away quickly. We hoped we could maybe be sedated and then poof, it would all be gone. That did not happen.
Now, instead of wanting to be sedated, want to be distracted. Just in a few hours, I already took 17,647 steps. I cleaned. I danced. I wrote lyrics. Felt good. It wasn’t mindless distractions. They were purposeful, directional distractions. Things to lift the spirits and keep things moving forward.