A year ago today, I took a half day at work because I was exhausted and only had a morning meeting with the coaching team. We had worked for days in a row to get packets out to our respective families at our home schools because by this point knew we were going to miss a week of school before and possibly after spring break.
Kids never stepped foot in our schools’ again that year. Classrooms and offices were left as if we’d return; dates frozen on the board for months- March 13, 2020.
A year later, we are all different people. How could we not be? I remember the isolation all too well- wishing I could see my family and friends so badly. I lived alone at that time and felt a type of loneliness that I’d never experienced before. Anxiety was high, with a level of fear to match. As each part of our normal lives faded away, so did a little bit of myself.
And here we are today, a year later, still enduring the impact of the pandemic, but with so much hope that a return to normal is near. My fear, anxiety, and isolation have been replaced with hope, love, and happiness.
I realized today, as I was thinking about what a year of life really holds, and that each year if my life, since I was 20, has been drastically different from the previous. This past year is no exception.