Here I am. Dirt-stained feet propped up on the ottoman, hair thrown up in a bun on the top of my head, chugging some water. I am exhausted.

I’ve been working from home off and on since April. Since that time, I have been finding many (maybe too many) projects to occupy my time when I’m not working. I have started a garden, made a bird house, helped put fence in, and various other outdoorsy tasks. It’s helped me realize I’ve been doing two things: spending too much money and letting life fly by. Usually it’s: wake up, go to work, come home, repeat. Peppered in there is Target visits for no reason whatsoever and getting take out because I’m lazy.

I don’t know about you, but I could call this quarantine situation a blessing in disguise. There was unforeseen beauty and opportunity in, literally, my own backyard. The gravel road stretching past our property has turned into a bonding/venting path of sanctuary for my mom and I on our evening walks. The untouched Earth in my backyard has turned into a nursery for fresh vegetables. The garage has turned into a dance lesson venue for the “Cotton-Eyed Joe” and “Copperhead Road” line dances. Most importantly, my golden doodle has discovered the wildflower patch as the perfect area for hiding her tennis balls. 

The majority of this time at home has created a new and old lens at the same time, call it a nostalgic perspective. I mean, walking around barefoot, drinking from the well, hanging out listening to the radio outside with a hotdog in hand, this is how I used to spend my days when I had zero responsibility. This is how I used to spend my time when life wasn’t consumed by deadlines, take out, having a jam-packed agenda, and doing all of those adulthood things. This time home has forced me to learn new things, explore, say ‘hello’ again to my inner child. Time has felt slower and that magical lens we have as children has found its way back.

Don’t get me wrong, life hasn’t been all productivity and mindfulness; I have binged and completed five Netflix series in this quarantine period, as well as stock Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.

I recognize I am fortunate to still have employment during all of this, and resources I need, which makes this experience positive and transformative for me. My house is a bit cleaner, my mind a bit clearer, and my heart a bit more grateful.