What a Difference Two Years Makes!


This week two years ago was our last “normal” week before the pandemic hit. I remember even thinking as I drove past a nail shop that they’ll never close because women (like me!) will always want to get their nails done. When the news reported an outbreak I didn’t really think it was going to affect us like it did. I was soooo wrong.   

All of our stories during the pandemic might have some similarities and quite a bunch of differences but over all we overcame and a chapter in history that is very unique. The year 2020 will always have a tinge of eeriness or uneasiness in my mind and I also see how so many of us caregivers shifted, navigated and persevered and I couldn’t be more amazed and inspired.  

I’d love to memorialize our strengths during this time in a book collaboration.  There are definitely some big time losses and grief and uncertainty and yet we kept going and rolled with the punches.  We were isolated and still connected.  We checked on our people as best we could while keeping our individual families safe the best we knew how.  

If you’d love to be a part of this book collaboration, I'd love to have you.  I am doing the self publishing route so there is a cost involved and if you need a payment plan, no worries I totally get it. What a cool accomplishment to say you’re a published author and have generations after us read our stories of strength, hope and love. Here's the link for more info: https://forms.gle/M8D9Uh2P7rKseLvWA

At first I was excited and grateful for the time to stay home and decompress just me and my son.  We got closer and our bond became tighter. We did our best to come up with our own special lockdown routine and it was interesting. And after over a year of being cooped up in our small one bedroom apartment I was close to losing my shiitake. Thankfully and gratefully I stayed in contact with friends via technology and when the restrictions lifted Damian stayed over at Aunty Crystal's house. Other positive things that came out of the pandemic for me was getting closer to my family back home.  Our weekly Sunday Family Facetimes became a thing which was a first ever.  We catch up and check in on how everyone is doing and my son loves when he gets the floor to tell one or a few silly jokes. My grandma who turned 91 last summer gets a kick out of watching Damian and its been a big blessing to stay connected through video.  

At the beginning of the pandemic the forecast was very doom and gloom but I'm grateful I turned it around and was able to nurture and grow the relationships that matter the most to me. It’s not perfect by any means but I'm grateful for the growth and progress in all of us.

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