We have completed our first week of total lockdown and the novelty, if you can call it that, has worn off. We, the Kylesku family, must be the most well looked after staff anywhere in the world, with meal time get togethers and chefs cooking for us twice daily, basic chores still needing to get done to keep the hotel at a ready for when the green light gets given to reopen, still with a roof over our heads and the management following up on all avenues on how we can still get some form of remuneration during these undecided, uncertain times. Definitely fall into the category of the more fortunate. And I am rambling.
Yesterday I just did not feel like peopling, and was able to stay in my little hole, dvd’s playing, only venturing out for meal times. I am eternally grateful being one of the more fortunate. I can still venture outdoors for a run in what can only be one of the most beautiful corners of this globe, where the only lifeform I encounter are the local sheep. It is always quiet here, but now it is eerily so. This quietness was disturbed this morning by the arrival of a flock of geese who are pre-empting the arrival of spring. And I feel guilty doing this as I know friends and family around the globe are not allowed to venture out of their own domain. And I am rambling.
Life as we know it has changed – and I have my doubts that we will ever return to the way it was. I worry. Even though I know it is useless to do so as this hidden enemy of the world has an agenda of its own and there is nothing that I personally can do that will change its course. I worry about my children, who are on the other side of the world from me and right now in this point in time, I am not able get back to be with them. I worry about what is happening back in my other home in South Africa, the lack of resources, the economy taking another hit to the groin, the uneducated not understanding the full impact of this virus. Trying hard not to overthink and sink into a depression, to stay positive – I am one of the fortunate ones. Hoping that when I awake in the morning that this is all just a bad dream ….. no, a nightmare. And I am rambling.
Trying hard to stick to a routine. Humans are creatures of habit and know that in a crisis, routine and habit can be a life saviour. Knowing that the human race has survived far worse for much longer periods of time, we’ve only been in lockdown for a week after all. On reading various articles, where we are told not to read too much about news, but at the same time social media is a much needed platform to remain sane, where social distancing are the new buzz words. Using this outlet, my blog, to keep my sanity. To basically give myself my own therapy by airing my concerns, if not for anyone but myself. And I am rambling.
But by rambling I am off loading my concerns. Taking each day as it comes and making the most of this enforced down time. Not to feel guilty when I am out running, or hibernating in my room. These are my own survival mechanisms. And each individual will develop their own. And we will come out stronger at the other side of this.
We are survivors.