The Quarantine Is Becoming Its Own Rat Race
Perhaps it’s time to press pause and acknowledge our heartbreak.
It felt alien in the beginning, having to stay at home. Strange and uncomfortable.
We switched to working remotely, taught ourselves how to teach our children at home, started online fitness classes and virtually clinked wine glasses with friends over the weekend.
It felt a little more doable now.
We knew it was needed, this absolute lockdown. Flatten the curve, we resolved. It felt good to be collectively committed to the same cause.
So we soldiered on with unvocalized vows to stay positive and productive.
DIY projects were dusted off and tackled with renewed gusto. Long dormant cooking skills were given a new lease on life as we got creative with limited ingredients at hand. Garages were transformed into gyms and virtual family dinners became a thing.
We were learning how to cope.
We baked elaborate cakes to make up for missed birthday celebrations. Created obstacle courses for the kids and organized our bookshelves by color. Showed off our yogic flexibility and hash-tagged our new reality on social media.
