But do I hate it?
Depends on what is going on.
I love how I have been forced to slow down.
I love being able to focus on some of my projects.
I want to go to the store and not worry about everything I touch.
I want to run up to a friend and hug them.
Actually, I want to see a friend in real life, not on a small electronic device.
I am glad that the stores have food.
I am happy that I have a device to see my friends on.
I am thankful for the technology to be able to teach yoga classes from home.
I am grateful all my fellow yoga teachers want to teach and help de-stress our yogis.
I miss having the freedom to go where I want, when I want.
I miss airports.
Exploring new places.
Eating in restaurants.
I love being home for dinner every night with my husband.
I love taking the time to go on long walks.
I love having the time to learn
and meditate daily.
I miss normal.
But there are parts of my new normal I want to keep.
I want to slow down.
I want to continue having time to spend on things that make my heart full.
I wait until the curve has flattened. Who thought a year ago, this would be our normal?
I am a creative person but I never imagined we would be sheltering-in-place,
looking annoying at people who are not wearing a mask as if they were trying to kill my parents,
eating all meals at home,
baking my own bread – ok, I love that one. I love baking and the joy it brings.
Some days though, I feel like I’m living Groundhog Day. The sameness.
Check in on the online studio, do work for that
Go on a walk
Studio admin stuff
Watch a show
Rinse and Repeat.
My biggest decision is what to fix for dinner.
My car has not been filled with gas since March 13th.
I haven’t seen my hair stylist since the first part of March.
I don’t leave the house except to go to the grocery store once a week.
I don’t know what normal is now.
Maybe my old normal was just as repetitive as my new normal with a few twists added to keep me from noticing the uniformity.
Maybe I did not notice then because I got to see my people.
I miss my community.
I miss walking into the yoga studio and seeing the faces of the people that are there, the people I teach.
I miss each face.
I just woke up and started writing.
I’m drinking coffee.
I’m getting ready to read and study yoga.