We all need training for life in isolation. We need to change so many habits. Hand-washing, social distancing, the way we shop… I know you could make a long list of habits you have started or stopped or changed (or tried to) since the appearance of Covid-19.
And who will do this training? If we’re adults, it must be self-training. We’re both the trainer and the dog. We design the training programme, we issue the commands, we obey the commands, we give the rewards and we accept the rewards.
One new habit of mine is the daily Bad Drawing. Every morning before getting out of bed I have to do one. This new habit is teaching me so much. When I make a hideous anatomical mistake I don’t redo the drawing because I know from experience that the new one will be worse. So I stick some white paper over the worst bit and patch it up. The patches are obvious: see the kneeling-woman’s leg? But I don’t care. I’m the ultimate don’t care, whaddya-gonna-do-to-me practitioner of bad drawing. But I love this new habit, I love what the drawings tell me about myself, and especially I love the colouring in.