I miss the lockdown. I know that is an insensitive way to start out a piece, especially when I was here when the world was in chaos. When I knew people who died, I even had to write their stories at some point, when I knew familiars that starved and had to beg, I knew people who lost jobs, I mean, still out of jobs. I shouldn't say I miss a period that advented all that. But I do. Now the world is going back to normal and normal means alot different where I am standing, normal is a blanket of anxieties, doubts, insecurities, fear, panic, bouts of depressions that run weeks into months. That's my normal.
With the lockdown, I felt like I was doing well. People weren't doing much, the world was at standstill, so I had an excuse. I had an excuse for not doing much, my bare minimum was seen as greatness. Now the world has reopened and gone back to normal, I see my failures strutting back again. They didn't lose any weight during this period.
We thank God things are going back to normal