I was recently talking, via the mixed blessing of Zoom, with the very awesome members of a women’s group to which I belong. We meet as a full group once a year and normally do so in person, at a spa, where food is brought to us by actual waiters. Remember waiters? Man, I miss waiters.
But despite talking via Zoom and not in the company of waiters, the plan for this year was still the same as it always is: each of the 35 or so of us in virtual attendance would get 15-20 minutes to talk about whatever we want to talk about. It’s great. You can solicit advice or ask for silence. You can share your deepest moments of loss and sadness or your small and large victories. You can brag about your family or complain about them. You can share your work challenges or talk about your excitement about the work ahead. And you can whine, bitch, moan and lament to your heart’s content and get unqualified and loving support from the best pit crew ever.
When it was my turn to pour my guts out, I tried to describe the silver linings of the current world order (or at least my slice of it) – and there are many and I am highly attuned to them this Thanksgiving weekend. I have much for which to be thankful. But I also ended up unloading about all of the things that Just. Totally. Suck. I was struck by the tidal wave of positive reinforcement I received while talking about wallowing in suckage, and particularly the sense that this suckativity is shared at a visceral level by so many who look like they have their acts totally together. In fact, I was encouraged to write about it here since there was a sense among my women’s group friends that the world doesn’t hear enough about some of the things I associated with my own personal hell but actually were widely shared experiences. So lucky you, welcome to my Life Sucks the Big One blog post.
We all know the toll this pandemic has taken on our families, friends and selves. The number of deaths or terrible illness experienced is beyond words. And yet, for those of us fortunate enough to have stayed healthy, there is tremendous guilt associated with complaining too much about how we are feeling during this difficult time. There is an acute awareness of the extreme suffering of others and it is amplified by a strange sense of survivor’s guilt for wanting to complain about things that are far less awful. For those of us who have been lucky enough, at least so far, not to have been stricken with COVID or had family members suffer with it, our miseries seem small by comparison to those who have dealt with it head on.
And yet, these miseries do still exist, and they are real (if not spectacular- congrats if you get that joke). The mental health of many is taking a toll and I’ll admit to being one of those doling out quarters at this particular toll bridge. I have definitely been down-beat more than usual and I can cry at the slightest thing. Sentimental toilet paper commercial? Here come the tears. I run out of ice cream, here come the water works. God help me if I read a story in the newspaper that reminds me how much crap is going on in the real world – it makes me try to burrow under the couch (so that’s where all the dog toys are). The only upside is that I gave up makeup sometime in April and thus I am saving money on all the mascara I don’t have streaming down my cheeks.
I have a constant sense of fear and paranoia about getting sick and I feel like a few of my friends have exhibited a discernible amount of peer pressure about getting together in ways that just don’t seem optimal under the COVID circumstances. I feel bad saying no and would feel stupid saying yes. In response I’ve been a bit of a hermit and that freaks me out too. Few would mistake me for an introvert, and yet I am doing my best impression of one and it is getting more and more natural. And that also sucks.
I miss traveling and seeing people and it is scary to think that the huge network I have built over a lifetime is somehow moving ahead without me. When I’m being sane, which occurs every other Thursday from 7:32 am to 7:36 am (now the best time to reach me) I realize that there is so little going on out there that my fear of being left behind is unlikely to translate in reality; but there it sits driving me into moments of a crazy kind of FOMO. I was fascinated to learn that this is also at the top of the list of worries for so many of my women’s group friends and that the COVID stress and anxiety is triggering an epidemic level of insecurity and low self-esteem that would be wholly unexpected among this crew of accomplished over-achievers.
One of the things I worry about (and worry about how I’m worrying about it) is how I have lost, at least for now, some of the silly but real ways I defined myself in the world. If you know me, you know how much I love shoes -I haven’t bought a pair of shoes in about 8 months. I suspect that any economic woes being experienced by Manolo Blahnik and the Nordstrom shoe department are directly traceable to me. Furthermore, I always ran around in the world with elaborately painted toenails. Again, hardly a life crisis to have naked toenails when so many people I know are truly suffering, but it was a mode of accessorizing that kicked off a lot of fun conversations and a means of self-expression that I have really enjoyed for well over a decade. That’s actually the crux of a lot of this – the lack of access to things that “bring me joy,” as Marie Kondo would say. If a person is the sum total of their triumphs and tribulations (and toes), and there are few triumphs (because they are hard to achieve when locked up like Rapunzel after a big haircut), and too many tribulations to feel like you’re at the top of your game.
And, speaking of games, up until March I also played squash 2-3 times a week for most of the last 16+ years; that is, alas, also gone for now, thus eliminating the primary way I removed stress from my system – smashing things repeatedly while swearing is excellent therapy. The gym is remarkably still open, and they keep calling me to come back. But given that what I would do there is lock myself into a small, fully enclosed room with little circulating air and with another sweaty, person expelling spit through aggressive swearing, I’m thinking…probably not such a great idea. Alas, leisurely walking just doesn’t cut it for me, and it turns out that if you stomp aggressively down the street while swearing, people stare and dial 911.
My coping skills, as a result of the above, are less than stellar. On the plus side, my over-reaction time is dropping so fast I could win some sort of panic contest. Everything that goes wrong feels like a disaster. Spilling water from a glass could trigger an international incident. Forgetting why I am in the kitchen is cause for drama of the highest order. Pssst- hey, Lisa – it’s to get a paper towel to wipe up the water….Oh no! Now I’m talking to myself.
And furthermore, like everyone else in America, we got a puppy. The little critter is cute as can be and needs a ton of attention; so, naturally, any extra time available is time I spend feeling guilty about how little time I am spending with the cat. Look, I’m Jewish, so anxiety comes with the bloodline, but this is getting ridiculous.
So why am I telling you all this? It is not for sympathy. It is for connection and so we can all share a little self-validation. The feelings of guilt, insecurity, isolation, anxiety, loss of self-expression – they seem to be universal constants right now. Most of us are feeling stressed, anxious, a little lonely, a little lost and very stir-crazy. The idea that we may have months or even a year more of this to go is daunting. We have gone from talking about testing 103% of the time to talking about vaccination timelines morning, noon and night. Yes, there was a momentary election conversation interlude (thank God that’s over with), but otherwise it’s all COVID all the time.
For many people it’s really tough to share feelings, no matter what the circumstances. It is especially tough when those feelings seem shallow as compared to the true depths of despair that so many families have faced. But as one of my friends pointed out, misery doesn’t have to be a zero-sum game – we are all entitled to our feelings and fears and to having those validated. In fact, if we don’t let the feelings out, we are going to start seeing people spontaneously combust in the grocery store.
Some of us are self-medicating in ways that we normally never would. By the way, if you’re at the grocery store buying chocolate and can’t find any, it’s because I ate it all. But seriously, alcohol and drug consumption are off the charts, which is terrifying considering how bad they were even before the pandemic. We really don’t know what damage we will all be left with psychologically, physically, and culturally after the pandemic passes. So, again, it’s essential to find ways to express your feelings, to feel validated for having them and to know you are not alone. We may have a country that is quite divided, but bottom line, we are actually all in this together. Never has it been clearer that we are as connected as the bones in that old song – our knee bones are connected to our leg bones and so on and there is no getting around it.
So, here’s my request: ask a friend or acquaintance how they are doing and really hear them out. Listen to their litany of woe and do not judge. Validate. One person’s little problems are another person’s crisis. Your job is to empathize and support. Acknowledge. Be there. Be attentive. Err on the side of loving kindness. And when that is done, be kind to yourself and seek the reciprocity you deserve. We will get past this if we help each other through.
If you’re looking for reasons to smile, here’s the headline of a story just provided to me by my daughter: Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson Releases a New Boozy ‘Dwanta Claus’ Holiday Ice Cream Line. We will chalk this up on the triumphs side of the balance sheet. And also, this Bert meme made me laugh, so I’ll leave you with that.
We needed this 💜🙏🏼☮️
Lisa Suennen says
Thanks Randi. Love to you, L
Virginia Giddings says
Thanks Lisa. Well said.
Lisa Suennen says
Thanks Virginia – take care, L
barbara m. says
Great column: it inspired me. I need a womens’ group. mine will be devoted to over achievers who have graduated (aka retired). guidelines: waiters, fancy drinks, and supportive listening. great idea! thanks Lisa!
Lisa Suennen says
I like it Barbara! Maybe we can franchise 🙂
Madeline Bell says
This was the perfect post to read on a gloomy, cold and rainy Monday in Philadelphia! Thank you for this. And, if I have not told you lately, I think you are the queen of cool 🙂
Lisa Suennen says
Hi Madeline! Thanks for being president of my cool fan club 🙂 L
“Life Sucks the Big One” and yet we all are in this together and hopefully ALL of us will get to the other side. Peace be with you Lisa. Thanks for sharing what millions (if not Billions) are experiencing and feeling across the globe.
Lisa Suennen says
Thanks Mike! L
You are such an incredible funny writer. This article was right on target.
Lisa Suennen says
Thanks so much Dee! L
Linda Bergthold says
This really summed up my many conflicting feelings about COVID. Thanks for sharing! I sent this around to my family too, because while we are all still ok, we also know others are not.
Lisa, I laughed so hard at this–and I needed a good laugh! Thank you for bringing some levity and humor into my day!
Gwen Melincoff says
Still laughing -from your column – as usual…….made my day, week, year,,,,,,,,and I was just about to order a pair of shoes from Nordstrom’s but couldn’t get any joy either! In fact I didn’t buy anything for Black Friday or Cyber Monday. And I used to love to shop. Waiting for that day to return and hope it comes soon.
Molly Coye says
Thank you, thank you – Lisa, you give us all permission to cop to our own versions of COVID miseries, and to chuckle about them together, hug each other and generally feel much better. And to recognize that it’s ok to be semi-miserable even when others are truly struggling against odds much, much worse – as long as we go out and try to do something about that. And we still need the bourbon and the ice cream!
Thank you for writing this- it was beautifully said. Your podcast and columns both motivate and inspire me, and have been a constant for me during 2020.
I am a nurse – and I have a mini group of nursing friends I text during the nights we work & we vent, cry, and smile- despite distance, we are together making it through the night shift.
Barbara Casey says
Lisa, you are the Queen of Cool and I miss all of those things too! Great blog – miss you and can’t wait to have a cocktail or a meal with you. In. Person. Cheers, Barb
Patrice Wolfe says
Wonderful as always, Lisa. More focus on empathy and support of others is one of the silver linings of this horrible pandemic. It’s truly the gift that keeps on giving, both as the recipient and the giver.
Matthew Holt says
I’m now getting pissed off when I cant find the Safeway Select Caramel Sea Salt ice cream with the Pretzels in it…..
Beverly Huss says
Thanks for validating my feelings and making me laugh at the same time!
Can’t wait until we can all see each other and safely exchange hugs.
Debra R says
Thanks Lisa, this really ‘hit home’ with me. Your comment about asking a friend or acquaintance how they are doing and hearing them out is super important. It works, and it leads to deeper conversations about how we are all dealing with the challenges of COVID, and how we can help each other get through it.
The Holidays are difficult for most of us… it sucks to tell our (adult) kids we can’t risk seeing them when they want to visit over the Holidays. We keep telling ourselves (hoping) that the Holidays next year will be better. I’m sick of Zoom for work, but grateful for the games we are playing, laughs and cocktails over Zoom with my family and friends!
Deven McGraw says
I was just thinking about how all of the wonderful shoes in my closet are never getting worn, because bedroom slippers are pretty much all I wear. Sigh. Thanks for validating that it’s still okay to feel sad about the relatively small things…
Sandra Hittman says
Oh boy, I loved it! I miss getting together, waiters and meeting up with woman friends feeling the losses of connections you mentioned. I started to laugh about the shoes…we just moved to a new house and I asked my granddaughter to organize my shoes (I thought a great”matching” and “like items” exercise to complememt online learning). I also have a house with shoes in South Dakota and a house with shoes in Texas. My granddaughter said, “YaYa you have so many shoes you need more states to have house in”.
Elaine Chapin says
Thank you for writing this since it helps address one suckage you left out: comparing yourself to everyone else who seems to have their act together. I hear about people decluttering their houses, and I haven’t dealt any of the boxes from my parents that have been sitting in my living room all pandemic. I hear about people baking all these marvelous desserts; I have made a total of 2 since St. Patrick’s Day. I hear about people using their home gyms everyday who can now lift more weight; I haven’t been on my elliptical in the living room for months. Intellectually I know that most folks are just trying to make it through the day and presenting their best front. However, it is hard to remember it is just their best front.
really hit the spot!
Lisa Suennen says
Thanks Kathleen! Miss you!
Linda Rebrovick says
Your Venture Valkerie articles are always insightful. I am so glad you sent this one about your own experience during the pandemic/quarantine and your very valuable advice to talk about our feelings, ask others how they are doing and truly hear them out . Good words to always live by. We adopted a puppy who also needs attention recently and I especially relate to your comments about feeling guilty (definitely my Jewish heritage too)!