A COVID-19 lockdown slump shows a healthy respect for reality.
Lockdown is a trial by fire for all of us and who knows what sort of people we will be this time next year? We are finding out day by day what we “should” do and mostly we do it, but our inner selves are struggling with this new world in their own way. We’re busy busy busy—and bewildered.
You have probably been sent this article from the Chronicle of Higher Education a dozen times by now, but just in case you missed it:
Yesterday was Saturday, or so I believe. I got a peek at sluggish Rachel when “I” (I think it was I, but not the usual one) decided to do absolutely nothing all day except read a Jack Reacher book in the sun. This wilful slump was a strange, spacey, other-worldly experience. By 5 pm I was itching to run a marathon or clean the drains or write a 4-volume novel, but I resisted. I wanted to reclaim the concept of a weekend.
For years we have encouraged our extraordinary selves to flourish. Now we may need to get acquainted with our ordinary selves, and pamper them. These strangers of low motivation may come to the fore in coronavirus year, and they are also lovable. In the COVID-19 lockdown, let us slump.