One would have thought that life during the Pandemic would have offered multiple blocks of free time for writing blog posts. Being retired, I haven’t had countless Zoom meetings to attend or children to homeschool or elderly parents to care for. Except for periodic trips to the grocery store, my husband and I pretty much sheltered in place.
So yes, one would have thought.
But life doesn’t always turn out the way we think it will. I can think of so many things I could have done during these past 365+days. I could have completed all the on-line art courses I started. I could have exercised more. I could have finished the stacks of books I’ve accumulated. And yes, I could have written 365+ blog posts.
So what happened?
As it turned out, I realized that – for me, at least – this pandemic hasn’t been about doing. It’s been about BEING. I learned that I didn’t need to do things all the time to feel happy and content. I didn’t need to buy things. I didn’t need to accomplish much at all. I noticed my sense of time all but disappeared. And at the same time it flew by. I’d get to the end of the day and wonder where the time went. It felt as though we were living in our own safe little bubble untouched by the pandemic.
Things are now looking hopeful. Cases are much lower here than before. We got our vaccines (or jabs as they say in England!).
Will life be the same as before? I don’t think so. And I hope I will not be the same either. As I ease back into a more “normal” lifestyle, I hope I will remember to be more present, more content with being in the present moment, less attached to all the accroutrements of life before.
Yes, one would hope.