My last post on what we’ve forgotten about the early days of COVID dwelled on the deaths that resulted from a poor response and the unrequited toil of so-called “essential workers.” A reader helpfully reminded me that we have forgotten the less horrifying aspects of the lockdown period, too. There was a real yearning for connection, a true desire among many for collective sacrifice, and an opportunity to reflect once the rhythms of life had been disrupted.
Great piece. While I can’t forget the ongoing consequences of the pandemic and our country’s response to it, the lockdown period forced me to reassess my priorities and refocus on my family. It also coincided with a more general (and ongoing) midlife reassessment-- what am I choosing to do with the rest of my one precious life? I’m happy with the changes I’ve made to my life as a result.
Great piece. While I can’t forget the ongoing consequences of the pandemic and our country’s response to it, the lockdown period forced me to reassess my priorities and refocus on my family. It also coincided with a more general (and ongoing) midlife reassessment-- what am I choosing to do with the rest of my one precious life? I’m happy with the changes I’ve made to my life as a result.
Hear. Hear. Critical lessons learned that I hope we can hold onto.