It’s coming up on the one-year anniversary of New York City shutting down because of the coronavirus. March 14 is Remembrance Day in NYC. It reminds me of the 1980s Jim Carroll song about “All the People Who Died.”
The first 3 months of lockdown March through June were a kind of halcyon time for me. I started writing a novel and was blogging every week.
Coming up on one year it’s different. The prolonged lack of social contact can do a number on a person’s mental health. Add to that any other hardship and wham–a double shot of depress-o feelings and emotional wonkiness.
What is the remedy at this one-year milestone?
The spring is coming–so it might be easier to act: to take showers; dress in day clothes; attend Zoom events; cook your own dinners.
I’ve found that exercising every week as often I can has been the self-care that impacted my mood the most. Second up is writing entries in my grateful journal. Where I write 5 things I’m grateful for and 5 things that make me happy.
Listen: we will pull through this pandemic.
In the coming blog entries I’m going to write about what constitutes a career. This has been given new meaning in the time of the pandemic.
My aim is to empower readers to define for yourself what you “job” is in this life.
Not all of us will become a CEO, and that’s OK. Let’s hear it for the industrious janitors!