Lockdown has felt like the strangest limbo version of life.
Ontario, the Canadian province we live in, is entering phase 1 of turning itself back on again after 9 weeks of flattening the curve.
Here are a few reflections I’ve had over the past 9 weeks, which I’ve been jotting down as we go.
A big small world
For me, everything feels less “compartmentalized” globally now.
We all got sick together, as a planet. Our economies suffered together, as a planet. And sickness and economic suffering are still happening.
Strength in numbers has come to mean strength in isolated numbers. And vulnerability in physical proximity.
Viruses don’t care about borders
I understand more than ever that borders are not impenetrable to tiny viral invaders.
I understand more than ever the importance of an active economy, and the challenge of balancing physical health, mental health, and economic health.
Daily life has become tiny and quiet
Our contribution has been to stay home. Our role is to help stop the spread by staying away from others.
We know the world and situation are constantly evolving, but it has also felt like someone hit the Pause button on reality.
The spectrum of experiences for this pandemic is vast
For us, it could be described by words like isolated, quiet, eerie, simple, and confined.
For essential workers, the description would certainly be a lot grimmer.
For those who experienced illness or the death of a loved one, the pain must be unimaginable.
We don’t know what “normal” will look like after this
You don’t get to know how history will unfold as it is happening.
But we do know that the Global Pandemic and Great Lockdown of 2020 will make the history books.
There are silver linings
I have been reminded to appreciate everything that we have.
I’ll never resent all the extra time I’ve had with my kids and husband (even though the flip-side also meant occasionally overdosing on each other’s company).
I’ve finally started to miss other humans
I told Jesse the other day that I think I’m ready to start seeing other people.
“Socially,” I added.
He thanked me for specifying.
I’m conscious (and a little self-conscious) of my privilege in this situation. As hard as parts of this have been, my family has been very much “okay” this whole time.
But these thoughts have been on my mind over the weeks (months), and I figured I might as well share them, because pushing myself to do the uncomfortable is almost always valuable practice.
How has this all been for you?
Thanks for reading 🙂