My friendship and collaboration with Kim Robinson goes back years. She displays several of my recipes on her website, such as ANZAC biscuits.
Her current project is to get people to say how the pandemic has affected them. She twisted my arm, and I came up with this:
I am fortunate to be living in Australia, where COVID is well controlled. Deaths have been very few, and vigorous isolation and contact tracing quickly strangles any community transmission. So, occasionally, for days, weeks, and at first months at a time, there have been lockdowns. We wear masks, and keep our distance.
Also, having retired 5 times so far, I can do almost all my important activities from my recliner chair, over the internet. Since the start of the pandemic, I have attended perhaps twice as many meetings as previously, because I don’t need to go anywhere.
Being a party pooper, I am actually grateful I have been able to avoid the usual obligatory social gatherings. For some lucky people, conversation is lubrication. They can talk about anything (or even nothing). For others, conversation is information. I am in this second group: if I have nothing to say, I say nothing. For us loners, lockdown is as much a liberation as a restriction.
However, COVID has bitten me in the bum another way: compassion for the suffering of other people twists me like a lemon. I need to use my therapeutic tools on myself to stop the second-hand angst. They are not always successful, then I simply accept that, and know “all things shall pass.” Then I can cheerfully endure being miserable.
You can read about the tools I use at my blog, Bobbing Around, or in my book, From Depression to Contentment: A self-therapy guide.