Yesterday I felt sad. I started this blog post yesterday afternoon feeling hopeful and happy after a Zoom meeting with my team. Later in the evening it dawned on me that I really missed my ‘normal’ life: meeting up with friends over coffee, buying flowers, hugging loved ones, swinging by my local English bookstore, and, and, and. What started as a merry day turned into a sadder day.
The past weeks have been a succession of ups and downs. The up days are the days when I am productive, when I feel a sense of purpose, and when I see so much solidarity and greatness around me, making me hopeful for the future. The down days are those when I feel helpless, bored, sad, scared, angry, or just tired.
The past weeks have been a succession of ups and downs. The up days are the days when I am productive, when I feel a sense of purpose, and when I see so much solidarity and greatness around me, making me hopeful for the future. The down days are those when I feel helpless, bored, sad, scared, angry, or just tired.
The notion of time has stretched to morph into some kind of limbo. My agenda has never been more silent, giving me an eerie feeling. We do not have much to plan or look forward to. Many things that were tbc (to be confirmed) are now tbd (to be decided). We have started a marathon whose full distance, route and conditions are unknown to us. It is deeply unnerving and unsettling.