When the isolation started, I must admit I felt a little lost, confused and maybe even a little depressed. Like with almost everyone else, my social life, my exercise routines, my entertainment all came to a grinding halt.
I woke up this morning feeling a greater sense of calm. I still only got my usual six hours of sleep (give or take), and my cat Inori still caterwauled the night away, but for whatever reasoon I felt present. I climbed out of bed and sat on the floor, staring outside, listening to the sounds of the 7am morning with a warm inner glow. I then proceeded with my usual morning meditation and eased myself into an even greater state of peace. My morning coffee that followed tasted richer and more aromatic. My eyes beamed at how beautiful my 900sq ft apartment was and how nice the warm morning shower felt on my body.
“What if I can’t make this work?
What if I fail?
There’s so many things that can go wrong.”
I sprawled on the leather couch, staring up into the ceiling, spewing out these exact words to my counsellor. I let out an exhaustive sigh, defeated before I had even begun.