COVID-Normal: 1 Year Into The Pandemic

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As human beings, we tend to naturally attach significance to anniversaries. And given that we're creeping up on the one-year mark since the first COVID lockdown here in Ontario, I'm noticing that a lot of the people around me, and I myself, are all feeling the impact of adjusting and readjusting to the past year.  This new version of "normal" essentially requires that we stop expecting any actual normalcy; the moment we feel anchored in one set of expectations, the situation changes and we have to readjust (again).

For many of us these days, we judge how we're functioning based on this new "COVID-Normal" instead of the outdated "Pre-COVID-Normal". The problem with this approach is that it's too shallow an assessment of our well-being to be effective over the long-term; it allows for responses like "I'm fine!", even when the speaker is far from fine, which can lead to poor coping and emotional dysregulation; it unfairly marginalizes the emotional responses that we're glossing over, and therefore it unfairly marginalizes *ourselves* for having those emotional responses. 

In a situation like this, one of the most reliable ways to anchor ourselves (ie, to emotionally self-regulate again) is to acknowledge the impact of the changes we've gone through...  *acknowledge our own emotions*... feel the feelings... name what they are.  Whether we journal about them, talk to a close friend, say the words aloud to ourselves in the mirror, speak them in our heads, bring them up in therapy, or any other means of validating our emotions, I encourage you (and myself) to make room for them! Allow yourself the respect and grace to acknowledge that this pandemic has had a toll on yourself, just like it has impacted every other human alive right now, even if that impact looks different for each individual. Bring the emotions out into the light, where they won't look quite so scary; give them the attention they deserve. Say the words: Anger, sadness, boredom, grief, gratitude, exhaustion, guilt, relief, shame, loneliness, fear. Let yourself feel the impact behind them. If nothing else, you won't be marginalizing yourself for your (very natural) human responses.

Allow those emotions to anchor you to your own humanity and to the humanity of every other person who is trying to figure out what the hell happened over this past year... and then, when you're ready, look to the horizon and continue the journey, until you need to lower the anchor again.

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Rewriting My Story

Let's flip some scripts, shall we?

Let's flip some scripts, shall we?

For the past 28 years since the summer after 4th grade, I've trapped myself in the same story, convinced that my body is a problem: The way it looks, the way it feels, the way it functions or doesn't function - one big, chronic problem. This notion has been so pervasive that the last time I can honestly say I *didn't* see my body as problematic or shameful was when my age was in the single-digits... and yet it is a story I'd never even fully put into words until a few days ago.

This way of seeing my body... of seeing *myself*... led to numerous circumstances through which I learned to treat myself extremely poorly: With lack of compassion, oversized expectations, judgement, and nothing even close to gratitude. It led to treating myself in a manner that is generally quite the opposite of how I respond to others in my life; I became my own worst enemy and my own harshest critic decades ago, and have remained so ever since.

But I just can't do it anymore. I'm done having such contempt for my body...and I'm actually a bit angry that it took me this long to get here! My body has housed me and sheltered me for almost THIRTY-EIGHT YEARS(!); it's faithfully taken the various forms of poor treatment I've thrown at it, time and time again;  it has protected me and shown up for me even through my lack of kindness; it has been the first home in which my babies grew; it allows me to connect with the people I love; it affords me the ability to experience all the glorious and painful and gloriously-painful aspects of life. My body doesn't deserve what I've put it through over the last 28 years.

So, yes, I'm done. I.Am.Done! I am no longer torturing myself by stepping on the scale each day simply to link my self-worth to the number that blinks back at me. I am learning more about eating intuitively and focusing on what feels good to me at a holistic level. I'm having more conversations that allow me to further identify and turn down the volume on my self-judgement. I'm allowing myself to listen to my own physiological and emotional cues, instead of allowing my actions to be dictated by shame.

It isn't easy, but I'm determined. Because I refuse to keep buying into a culture of dieting and self-loathing and lack of balance. I refuse to keep tacitly sacrificing myself and my self-worth for the sake of some deeply ingrained societal flaw that puts unattainable expectations on a pedestal. And I refuse to keep unintentionally modeling those types of unrealistic expectations (and the unhealthy ways of dealing with them) to my 2 young, very-impressionable little boys.   They already have a mama who thinks they're beautiful no matter what - that part is easy for me.  But I'm also going to do my damnedest to show them that *all* bodies are welcome and worthy, including my own. They deserve that. We *all* deserve that... including me.  So... it's time to write myself a new story. I'm ready. 💜