It’s been 8 days since my last workplace commute, 8 days of the three of us together alone all the time. I haven’t been sleeping well; every time I awake, whether it’s morning or the middle of the night, I have that feeling of something looming, and I remember that life is completely different now, with more changes to come at an unknown time. It’s not a dream – we really are all living the plot of a dystopian novel.
There have been positives. I’ve been taking long, unrushed walks with our dog. Mari, Thom, and I have played some games that were gathering dust. I accomplished some yard work and housework, both of which are more attractive than finishing the income taxes or painting the kitchen ceiling. I am spending less time than literally ever before on errands and commuting; the latter has given me about 6 hours per week. A tank of gas is going to last a long time; we won’t need new tires anytime soon, and the 15-year old car will keep going longer.
My work-from-home situation is temporary, and returning comes with another set of anxieties. Mari will be spending her 17th birthday with her parents, without her friends, and she’s bummed about that. I’d had many ideas for activities that we could do to celebrate her birthday, but now I need to brainstorm again. I am concerned about my parents, who live 2000 miles away, with few friends or contacts in a small town. Should they become ill, it will be difficult for me to assist them. I worry about the virus finding its way through our door, or those of my friends and colleagues. I worry about the effect this will have on the businesses that have made Minnesota’s economy so resilient in the past. I worry about the workers who will become ill and possibly infect their families. I worry that this virus might orphan some children. I worry about everyone losing their savings.
There are more worries, but I know everyone else has them too.
To think, last year we were all complaining about the brutal winter we had weathered!
Here’s what I am going to do to try to counteract the worries: my daily commute time will become meditation and journaling time.
What are you doing to stay balanced?