Lockdown Blues

From the outside, being on lockdown seems like a total shlep. From the inside however, it’s a whole lot worse. My little girl has suddenly become a wild animal (’m not joking friends, please send help) and if I have to hear “hop little bunny hop” one more time, I might very well break my television with my bare hands.

Being trapped between 4 walls does make me feel like a caged little bunny, but I’ve decided to change my mindset. The further the virus spreads, the more I am coming to realize how fickle our human lives really are. But through the anxiety, the fear and the anger, another emotion seems to have broken through: gratitude. Gratitude to a Lord who has given me this little wonderful human being, a roof over my head, a family that I would die for and a life lived with only exclamation marks and no full stops.

The world faces a trauma that will not soon be forgotten. But the good that has come out of it will not be forgotten either. The time spent with our loved ones, the amount of times our Beloved’s name has been taken in the past few weeks and the knowledge that what we had, what we will have again, is worth protecting. After all, aren’t we promised that “With hardship comes ease”.

At the end of the day, even staying home is fighting. Fighting for a day that will come, when we can open our doors again and embrace one another. When we can meet, and laugh and train again with the people we love and appreciate. This day will come. Until then we have to keep looking upwards and onwards. For afterall, what did the little bunny do after she woke up from her very long slumber? She hopped on.