Covid is a Creative Confidence Killer
Covid caught me a few weeks ago. There I was riding a wave of confidence and excitement. I was feeling feisty and fabulous with my writing. I’d decided on a new project and was thoroughly enjoying my time on Medium. I’d just finished the second edit of my book proposal and printed it out ready for the third and final round. Things were going well.
And I was thrilled to see my membership doing equally well with their creative endeavours. We had started a Club medium account, one Club member had a short story published, another was committing to 30 articles in 30 days, tiny steps were being taken, numerous members had hit the magic 100 and memoirs and novels were being worked on.
It was a fabulous feeling. Not only was my own writing going well but it was also going well for the people I cared about.
And then my throat began to get sore and I started coughing. “That sounds like Covid,” said one of the club writers in our writing session. I took a test and she was right. Ugh.
At the age of forty-six, I am shrugging off my invisibility cloak. And I’m becoming louder, more feisty and more confident in my opinions.
It’s probably a good idea if you don’t get in my way.
I wrote this in my last article before falling ill. Covid was the one thing that dared get in my way.
I can cope with being ill. To be fair I haven’t had a virus in over two years (just after Christmas 2019 I had something suspiciously covid-like but there was no testing then) and with children in school you get used to them passing on sickness bugs and colds. As a mother, I’m used to guzzling some paracetamol and then carrying on.
I know Covid is less serious now for most people in comparison to how it has been. What I couldn’t cope with was how this illness, which fortunately was relatively mild for me and consisted of cough, sore throat, and a few sneezes, affected the spring in my step. It went for my mental health.
From riding a wave just a few weeks ago I feel I’ve crashed against the rocks and I can’t make…