I feel like I should be better at this quarantine thing.

It’s not like I don’t have experience homeschooling or living like a hermit.

I’ve done both, extensively. I guess it is the unexpected nature of this experience that is throwing me for a loop. The unexpected nature, and the end of the world aspect.

It’s probably mostly that last bit.

I’ve had two weeks to get myself into gear and into my new reality and yet, I’m still struggling.

I’m still very unmotivated.

And, I’m still mourning.

Aren’t we all? Isn’t everyone mourning life the way that it should be. The spring sports, the fresh air, the school days? Getting together with friends after a long winter of being inside and kind of isolated. But, it feels so selfish and indulgent to mourn life the way it should be. The way that we chose it to be.

But, that’s where I am right now. Indulging in the loss of the life that I had. That we had. And, I’m really struggling to look to the future.