It’s been over a year since the pandemic descended upon the globe to wreak havoc and fear.
I don’t know about you but this year has felt like a really messed up time warp. I should clarify that I’m using messed up to remain polite, but please substitute messed with the most egregious and atrocious bad word you can think of and even that doesn’t come close to the most accurate description.
Although the pandemic has taken a major crap on our parade called life, many life happenings took place for me during this evil wormhole: a major job change, my first-born leaving the nest, and a multiyear divorce process finally realized.
Wow is the right word and somehow I am still semi-sane. It speaks to the character, strength, and resilience of women.
So, when I recently realized that the last time I wrote something for the sheer pleasure of it was several months ago, instead of getting even more down in the pandemic dumps, I reminded myself of how easy and satisfying it is to simply start writing.
Yes, just like that. I opened up my laptop not to work, or to waste precious time scrolling just to end up feeling salty about others’ love lives and supposed peace, I simply started writing.
I should mention that I decided not to start with delving into a story, that seemed too ambitious at the time. Instead, I started with a brainstorming activity that consisted of listing topics and ideas floating in my mind.
I asked myself: What do you want to write about? What’s floating in that brain of yours?
Here’s my list so far:
When your first-born leaves.
Keeping sane throughout the pandemic. Experts advise: start a hobby.
Major Life Events amidst Pandemic. Lesson: Keep Going.
Advice for those starting a new career during the pandemic: It ain’t easy.
Starting with this simple list felt like a shot of serotonin. Not only did it lift my spirits, but it reminded me that although times have been bleak, that I cannot and must not forget to tend to one of my greatest loves — writing.
Writing this short piece is a step forward in this battle against fear, loneliness, and uncertainty that continues.
What I’ve decided is that instead of spending an inordinate amount of time wondering when the pandemic will end, when I’ll emerge from this cave, what will happen to me now that I am divorced, if my first-born is following the hundreds of safety guidelines I gave her, etc. I will focus my energy on resuming my positive relationship with my best bedfellow — the written word.