I was thinking today that after the year and a half we had, I am not actually ready to go back to “normal” life even as more activities are becoming possible.
I feel like when covid hit last year and all our lives changed, I went into “buckle down and get through it” mode. I did what needed to be done and made it through each day the best I could.
That didn’t come for free.
I’ve been accumulating stress and grief and loss and exhaustion for 15 months now.
And while I’m very very grateful to be able to possibly go back to normal again, I am so not ready for anything. I am not ready to commute, to take the kids to the bus, to navigate school meetings in person. I am not ready to act like all this was nothing. I am not ready to move to the next phase.
I need some serious down time. Some time where I am not worried about navigating covid life and still not just yet at the next phase.
Not sure how this will happen but I am feeling the need pretty acutely today.
I have to figure out how I can get some of the rest and recovery I so desperately need. This is not something a long weekend will cure.
Yes to acknowledging what is. Yes to moving through it and figuring it out.
PS: I also know that I am very lucky to even be thinking about life after covid when many others don’t have that luxury.
#yearofyes #karenikayearofyes
Very well said, I believe all of us have these same feelings, yet not the words. Thank you