A few weeks ago, I took the kids camping for the first time this year. It was incredible, filling my cup. But I also was sad and angry. I had plans of camping all Spring, and COVID-19 stole that from me.
I realized that in the chaos of losing childcare and adjusting to a new normal, I hadn’t given myself time to grieve the plans taken from me — the season of camping, the summer trip to Jackson Hole, the music festivals, the time with friends.
Fuck COVID — for the people whose lives it’s taken, for the businesses destroyed, for the memories prevented.
So today, permit yourself to grieve. Feel the feelings. Sit with them. It’s hard, but it will help you move on.