This image, drawn by a four-year-old, says it all."I am angry!" next to a scowling face with gritted teeth. I don't know whether she drew it because she was feeling angry, or if she was just practicing drawing faces because they're learning about feelings at school. So I ask her how she's feeling. She tells me. It's elaborate, rambling, complex, and funny. She's honest, unselfconscious in a way that adults never are. She speaks in clauses and interrupts herself. She is love and joy and all good things distilled, sitting in the patch of sun on the scuffed living room floor of the new, smaller house we just moved into. She is surrounded by cardboard boxes and the dust of the house's previous occupants (why wouldn't you clean a house before you sold it to another family during a pandemic?! "I am angry!"). She is learning about feelings. She is teaching me.
March 10, 2021
I feel as though I'm really in no place to make qualms about my financial state during these times, as I come from a privileged background and know full well that the immense struggle many people are experiencing during this pandemic is much more significant than the mere inconveniences I encounter in my day-to-day life. That being said, for this entry I'll just focus more on how the nature of my job at home as changed as a result of the pandemic. I deliver pizzas, so I've actually been doing better as a result of the pandemic, as many people are understandably hesitant to leave their homes. However, the slow periods during the day started to feel remarkedly slower, as very few people ever physically came into the restaurant. As a result, I spent a lot more time with my coworkers to make the time pass quicker, and even brushed up on my Spanish skills with some of the guys from the kitchen. As excruciating as this pandemic has felt, it has definitely strengthened the close relationships I share with others, so I have that, at least, to be grateful for.
April 20, 2021