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Crush the Quarantine Blues and Get Busy Living

Making the Most Out of the Great Pause

Are negative news and pandemic fears giving your morale the old 1-2 punch? If you’re feeling hopeless and apathetic, let’s crush these quarantine blues and get back to the business of living. Good times lie ahead!

COVID has arrived at my home. I look across at my husband asleep on the couch and wonder, where will this take us? How do we keep the good things going in the midst of this craziness? How do we crush these quarantine blues?

So far, it’s not taking us anywhere we haven’t been before. My husband’s symptoms are similar to a cold – unpleasant but manageable. As for myself, despite spending a week with him before we found out he had the virus, I show no signs of catching the virus.

We’ve been lucky, and we know it.

That doesn’t prevent my imagination from running wild. One minute I’m going through a normal morning of remote work, the next I’m fighting tears as I compose farewell letters to my children in my head.

I know I’m being silly, but I spend the first day after we get the news huddled on the couch under a blanket. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Is my throat getting sore?

Is that a headache coming on?

Is my husband really OK? Or is he just being a tough guy because he knows I am neurotic as hell?

And I AM neurotic as hell. I know nothing. I fear everything. I’m an ostrich with my head firmly entrenched in the sand. It is 2020 and this is par for the course.

Things could be worse

I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news? It could be much, much worse.

This is not the Zombie Apocalypse, after all.

There are no flesh-eating dead people careening drunkenly outside your front door. No decaying monsters wait to gnaw on your arm or overrun your car as you race back to the stockade. (There’s always a stockade.)

Of course, zombies might be easier to deal with than this stupid, scary sickness.

If you had zombies to attend to, you’d know what to do. You’d whip out your crossbow and machete and get to work eliminating the problem. You’d look those ugly zombies in their unseeing eyes, screw up your courage, and fight.

Wouldn’t it feel good to have something to fight?

Things could be better

Which brings me to the bad news: this is not the Zombie Apocalypse.

There is not a zombie or an alien or a villain in sight. You can’t see the danger. This virus might be lurking on the breath of your next-door neighbor or come wafting into your cubicle at work. It might leave you unaffected or be the final chapter in your story. It is everywhere and nowhere and completely invisible.

You look out the window and everything looks the same today as it did before this disaster of a year started. The sun is shining. The earth is turning. There’s laundry piled high in the basket.  

Nothing has changed, yet EVERYTHING has changed.

There’s very little we can do that will have any impact on this pandemic. In fact, the best thing we can do is nothing. Stay home. Stay safe. Stuff down the panic.

It’s hard to feel heroic when you’re huddled on the living room couch watching TV and waiting for this to end. It’s even harder if you’re wondering when the power will get turned off or if you’ll be evicted.

There’s not a damn thing you can do. I wish I was a medical researcher or an ICU nurse or an ambulance driver — someone who could do something about this. But I’m not.

So here I sit, typing this post, wishing I was able to take the fight to the foe.

Losing the mental war

The COVID-19 virus is less than 0.1 microns in size. That’s 500 times smaller than the width of a human hair. But its impact is anything but small.

It is scary, scary, scary. You cycle between panic and apathy because it’s all too much. One minute you’re counting your lucky stars that you’re still alive and kicking, the next you’re obsessing about the latest catastrophe. Locusts, fires, hurricanes, riots, murder hornets – we’ve had them all.

I don’t know about you, but I have to fight to keep moving forward. I think about all the things I should do, all the things I should WANT to do. But I can’t muster the slightest interest in doing them.

I am waiting, hardly breathing, my life suspended at the mercy of this stupid contagion.

The truth is, I’m feeling a little zombie-like myself. I drift from bed to couch to make-shift desk only to complete my orbit back at the couch when evening comes. The days blur together.

More than once, I’ve gone from Monday to Friday without once opening my front door. I joke with my husband that I’m going to start getting in the car and driving around the block to mark the start and end of my days. I need something, anything, to bring some structure to my stay-at-home life.

Have you been feeling it too? The seductive sameness of this quarantine existence?

The Great Pause

The first time I heard the phrase, “the great pause” I was listening to a Lewis Howes podcast with Mel Robbins. I remember thinking, that’s it! It perfectly captures the frozen-in-amber feeling of this year.

It’s like someone pushed a giant pause button, locking our lives in this moment in time. Nine months ago my colleagues and I walked out of the office, assuming we’d return in a week or two. Then schools closed, businesses locked their doors, weddings were canceled, and vacations evaporated. Life as we knew it ground to a screeching halt.

Who would have believed we’d still be here, holed up in our homes almost a year later. Yet here we are.

In the beginning, I thought I could wait it out. Maybe you did too. It made sense to put your life, your dreams, on hold for what at first seemed like a temporary blip.

But we know better now. The months have dragged by. Summer has come and gone and winter is on its way. That manageable blip? It has revealed itself to be a towering thunder cloud that stretches to the horizon and beyond.

If you, like me, have been letting the days slip by, it’s time to re-engage. We’ve got to get busy with the business of living. It’s time to crush these quarantine blues and fight off the pandemic panic.

Crushing the quarantine blues

Here’s what we have to remember. The sky is still a beautiful blue. The stars still light up the night sky. There is love, there is beauty, there is joy.

In times like these, it’s easy to forget that. Yet, it is true. It’s true today in the midst of a pandemic. It will still be true tomorrow, no matter what the future brings.

It turns out there IS something to fight. We fight our fears. We fight our despair. We fight to keep the spark alive that fuels our dreams.

To quote Samwise Gamgi in “Lord of the Rings”:

There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo, and it’s worth fighting for.

J. R. R. Tolkien

Every day we have a choice to make. We can fight our inertia, our sadness, and our fear. We may lose precious friends and family to this wretched year, but we don’t have to lose the war. You have only one life, one precious life. It is worth fighting for.

Are you ready?

I know, I KNOW, that there is opportunity to be found in the quiet of this year. It waits for us all, a golden treasure that is just out of reach. All we need is enough courage to capture it and make it our own.

Fight the good fight

24 hours after we entered quarantine, I stopped wallowing in my fears, hoisted my butt off the couch, and got back to the business of living within the safe confines of our four walls. I walk in the road to avoid my neighbors, but I still feel the soft wind on my face.

It would be nice if I could say it’s been happy-ever-after ever since, but every day it’s a struggle. I fight the good fight to keep my chin up and my dreams inching forward one day at a time.

I know I’m not the only one. This year has been a struggle for most of us. So if you’ve been busy beating yourself up — you might as well give it a rest. You’re human and this is hard. No shame on you if you haven’t spent your quarantine writing the next great novel or developing six-pack abs.

Besides, the tide is turning. At last there is some good news with new vaccines making headlines. Hurray!

The cavalry is coming. Can you hear the horses thundering, the bugles blaring? Can you see their bright flags whipping in the wind? Back at the stockade, we finally know beyond a shadow of a doubt, help is on its way.

Make a joyful noise

We will make it, you and I. I promise you. We’re almost there.

The streets will fill again with traffic. The shops and restaurants will open and we’ll once again be able to wander through their aisles without masks steaming our glasses up. We’ll rise a little earlier so we can commute to work on time.

Most importantly, we will hold each other again. We’ll take our elders for walks in the sunshine without a worry in the world. We’ll share wine with friends and laugh into the night. We’ll clasp hands and dance and sing a joyful song.

It’s coming. Can you feel it? It reminds me of a feeling I haven’t felt in a long, long time…

Hope.

Be well, my friends.

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