When we started hearing the news about Coronavirus in the U.S., I honestly believed that it would be the same as every other big health scare that has happened in my lifetime.  I remember telling my son that it would all blow over in a few weeks.  

I quickly learned that I was quite mistaken.  The week before our planned vacation, the owner of the restaurant where we worked announced that he was closing the restaurant and would only be doing takeout orders for the near future.  That was the first sign that something was terribly wrong.

For our vacation, we had planned a road trip to Colorado where we had booked a private bungalow for the week.  We considered canceling the trip.  We did our homework and decided that we could make the trip with minimal exposure.  The day we arrived in Colorado, everything shut down.  We made the best of it and enjoyed a fantastic vacation.

When we returned from our trip, Chris was out of a job, and I had a drastically different job than what I left.  A week later, Virginia shut down.  The large numbers of people with no respect for social distancing made the grocery store frightening.

After two months, I was let go from my job as well.  I was happy that I would no longer have to risk exposure to the virus, but I was angry and scared to no longer have a job.

While we are doing alright financially, it has been a tough month.  At first, the prospect of all the things I could do with so much more time on my hands was exciting.  The reality, though, is I have dealt with a nagging depression.

I have good days where I am very productive.  I have worked on the blog and am happy to have more time to devote to it finally.  With our upcoming move, I have taken the time to go through our stuff to get rid of things we do not want to take with us.  Some days I do not have it in me to be productive at all.  Some days just getting out of bed is my only accomplishment.  Most days fall somewhere between the two.

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Businesses are starting to reopen, but I don’t think we are anywhere close to things getting back to normal.  At this point, Chris and I are uncomfortable going to a restaurant or anywhere with a crowd (we will leave the park if the parking lot is too full).

We are working our way towards normal but at our own pace.  We have started visiting with our kids again.  We attended a small party for a friend who was moving out of state.  We have camping trips planned for next week and next month.

I don’t know if things will ever return to the normal we once knew.  I do believe that if we make the best of the good days and allow ourselves to indulge in how we feel on the bad days, we will get through this.  Things will get better.

In the meantime, I will continue to dance every morning, take some time each day for something fun and, when I am feeling overwhelmed, put some Stress Away in the diffuser and allow myself to take it easy.

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