This is what I like to call the behind-the-scenes pic of my Christmas morning. This pic feels a lot like the past couple of weekshas, and what I worry weeks will continue to feel like: Decent attempts to connect remotely with loved ones that - despite going as well as can be expected - will always fall short of the dream; immense effort with what feels like unequal return value; cluttered, messy chaos everywhere after which I seem to perpetually be picking/cleaning up. 2 weeks of personal peace, revert to months of anxiety (and now depression). Vaccine, scary mutation. Election, sedition. New Year, same year.
January 7, 2021
I am healthier now than when the pandemic started. I have had months upon months for rest and self-reflection. I did a lot of writing and self-exploration. I attended to grieving my way through the loss of a significant other. I attended many virtual mental health courses to learn how to live a healthier life. I have been walking at least 5 times a week, briskly, and am now at my ideal weight. I have improved my nutrition. I have had time to re-evaluate my relationships and decide who is important to me, and have made nurturing important relationships with friends and family a higher priority. I developed a healthier routine for myself, scheduling important components of life. My life has achieved greater balance. In these ways, the "time out" of the pandemic has been a gift.
June 2, 2021