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This article was posted way back in April when the COVID pandemic lockdowns were new to us, reposted today in frustration that most of it still applies…
Introverts have such an advantage in this COVID-19 turmoil and the isolation, quarantine, and social distancing guidelines it has spawned. So much so that I find myself wishing I was more introverted.
I never realized before just how much of an extrovert I am. Or perhaps it’s the strict rules we have been instructed to live by that I bristle at. I never have been good at someone telling me what I can and cannot do, or when I can do them. I am getting lots done, things I have been procrastinating about forever, but not on my own terms.
I am missing the social interaction we take for granted that enriches our daily lives. Whether it’s chatting with neighbours, meeting friends for lunch or coffee, or stopping into our favourite stores. I miss the actions and all of the people that make them so special.
I miss my grandchildren so much, and their parents too of course. The sunny smiles, hugs, and laughter from the children and the amusing anecdotes their parents share with us are what makes my world go round, usually. My world feels like it has turned upside down, with me holding my breath until it rights itself.
Compared to others, my life is relatively good. My family is safe and healthy. My landscaping business may get a late start this season, but my freelance writing can fill in the extra time. And, my own gardens may get some extra TLC.
This extrovert is just impatient for this nightmare to be over. In the meantime, perhaps I should try channeling my inner introvert so I might enjoy the few things left we are allowed to do.
As an update, my gardening business did resume in May, although I lost several clients as they were either working from home and able to tackle their gardens themselves, or had to give up my services due to budget constraints. My own gardens did indeed benefit from the extra attention as suspected, although they generated more expenses than income. I was not able to pick up as many freelance writing projects as anticipated, again mostly due to clients’ reduced budgets.
Nine months later, memories of 2020 became a poem in a recent post. Many things remain the same or have evolved, been reinvented, or reinstated, but some have changed. Some in a positive way and others not so positive.
The judgement, finger-pointing, blaming, and ugliness has ramped up to an all-time high. Family get-togethers are still taboo, especially since our immediate family members total 12. As one son stated, “he can work with his brother, but cannot have Christmas dinner with him.” Where is the logic in that?
As for the positives, a hot summer meant more time in the lake at the cottage. Socially distanced from our neighbours, it was the place to be. Family members came to visit, but not all at once.
In July, when it seemed like we had “flattened the curve,” we were able to gather for at least one birthday celebration this year when our second grandson turned one…
Sadly, it was only the second time these five cuties were able to see each other since March.
Also on the positive side, we (as a family of 12) have decided that since I have been assisting our 7-year-old granddaughter with her online school and allowing our almost 3-year-old granddaughter to visit weekly to give her mom a break after the birth of their new baby, (our 5th grandchild, a celebration in itself) that we would continue this support system by allowing the grandchildren to visit. This decision was made despite the fact that Ontario residents have recently been told not to permit anyone outside of their household into their homes. As a support system for my family members that are considered essential services, I feel it my duty to do whatever works for them, and I take great pleasure in the visits.
In fact, I believe my mental health and that of my precious grandchildren rely on these visits.
After all, I am still an extrovert. That will never change.