We are approaching an anniversary that none of us want to relive. We are coming upon a year since the pandemic forced us into lockdown, and took away what was once normal. Last week, I began to feel anxiety, but I couldn’t put my finger on the depth of the emotion. I was feeling overwhelmed, but not necessarily stressed. I was feeling sad, but not hopeless. I was feeling helpless, but not of any less value. And then this weekend, as I was engaged in a coping method of watching reruns of my favorite shows: I named it. Uncomfortable. I feel uncomfortable. If I try and look too far forward,…
If you picked a word for 2021. What reflections do you have about it after this first 31 days?