Day 46 of self-isolation. I started a bit earlier than most of us here in the U.S. That’s over six weeks ago.
I feel like I’m in mourning, deep grief, and I guess in some ways that is, in fact, where I’m at. The stages of grief are:
- Denial, check
- Anger, check
- Bargaining, check
I’d say I’m currently stuck in the Depression stage. In a funk. I have been working remotely since March 11th and I am thankful to be gainfully employed. I have, however, used it as a crutch to take my mind off of everything else. That translates into working too much.
I have friends with clean closets, fresh paint, and full gardens planted. Me? I have none of those things but I guess I still wouldn’t trade my position, and a paycheck, for the alternative.
I need to make a change and that change is back to Florida – back to sunshine, the water, and the sunrises that always lift my soul. Although things are beginning to open up a bit here in the Southern states, I, as I have from the beginning, will be taking extra precautions and taking it very slowly.
I need to move out of the Depression stage and into the Acceptance stage and a change of scenery and routine is the only way I know how to do that.
I look forward to Acceptance and figuring out what the new ‘normal’ looks like. I’m ready to get on with it. Here’s to hoping you stay well and are moving through the stages to your new reality on this journey called coronavirus. And remember, “the sun will come out tomorrow.”