Pandemic
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The Art of Routine in a Pandemic
I’m not a big fan of prescribed routines in general. I do have a morning ritual (Morning Pages as suggested by Julia Cameron in The Artist’s Way), and I write out a gratitude list at the end of the day, that’s it. I see bloggers and YouTubers with these elaborate morning routines of juicing, and meditating, and sun salutations, and ginger shots, and chanting, and cold showers, and I think, “yep, they don’t have kids.” In general, I find that having so many things to remember as part of your routine adds to the pressure of said routine, thus making the routine another Thing To Do Right, negating its entire…
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A gift to be simple…
For as long as I can remember, people have been paying lip service to the joys of simplicity. Even before Marie Kondo taught us how to tidy up, Sarah Ban Breathnach’s Simple Abundance, a Daybook of Comfort and Joy extolled the simple pleasures of coffee in the morning, using the good china for meals other than holidays, and waking up after a good night’s sleep. Now, in the wake of a pandemic and 30 million unemployed Americans, those efforts seem so… quaint. Like, “awww, isn’t it cute how we had to be told to appreciate fresh air. That was before we were cooped up inside all the time!” Two days…
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How to keep your sanity in this new normal…
Well, here we are on day 45,623 of quarantine. And the novelty of it all is wearing off. Here in Spain I’m spending a lot of time doing Instacart orders for my parents, figuring out homeschooling, and wondering when I’m ever going to be able to fly home again. In my last post I talked about the grief we feel that our normal has flown out the window. And so quickly. With so little warning for most of us. It just came up and smacked us upside the head, and here we are, boom, stuck at home watching the economy collapse as we eat banana bread in our six-day-old leggings…
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The trauma of losing our normal
From the looks of my social media feeds, it appears that the world is in some kind of collective grief right now, specifically the first stage: denial. There is so much talk of “getting back to normal.” People are comfort-eating away the quarantine, just waiting for normal life to resume. I don’t think we’ve fully grasped yet that there is no getting back to normal. Normal doesn’t exist anymore. Having spent the past decade in various stages of trauma, and different stages of moving through it, I feel like I’m watching all my friends pass through this place. And for once, I’m kind of a step ahead. I think anyone…
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Adaptable Humans
One thing I am amazed about with this state of lockdown is just how quickly it’s all felt normal. Scientists say that humans might be the most adaptable species on earth, and I’m seeing that play out in real time through this pandemic. “Our brains are essentially social brains,” he added. “We share information, we create and pass on knowledge. That’s the means by which humans are able to adjust to new situations, and it’s what differentiates humans from our earlier ancestors, and our earlier ancestors from primates.” – Rick Potts, director of the Human Origins Program at the Smithsonian Institution National Museum of Natural History The first three weeks…
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Hibernation
What do you think historians and sociologists will say about this time, this period in our collective lives when they look back on it in 50 or 100 years? Will they look at all the good people are doing, donating masks, 3D printing protective gear, taking food to the vulnerable people? Will they look at the rallies people have against social distancing measures, and try to break down why America more than other countries is experiencing this pushback on public health? Or will they wonder what life was like for regular people cooped up in their homes for a month or more? I have gone into hibernation, and I’m trying…
