This March was the two year mark of the pandemic, and for the past couple of weeks I’ve been hearing a lot of people reminisce of what they were doing during or before the shutdown. What they felt, what they thought it was,
I’ve been on an emotional bender of some kind, is that even a thing? I have no idea, but I also don’t know what you would exactly call this. I’m wondering why mothers are so venerated?
So, I did it. I wanted to see what all the hype was about surrounding the new documentary on Netflix: “The Tinder Swindler”. Must say, I approve and totally recommend. Of course, in usual Mónica style I would decide to write about getting swindled while looking for love on Valentine’s Day.
It’s 2022 and I’m still trying to get “ready” for the New Year. Don’t judge 2022 made me hit the ground running and I’m barely starting to come up for air.
As I ate my slice of cake and started writing this post, I came to the conclusion that somewhere between the first snot filled “I hate you” I must have left my body. I mean how else can I explain my calmness?