Anniversary of the COVID-19 Pandemic Lockdown
March 11, 2021
Today is the one-year anniversary of the pandemic lockdown in the United States. Remember when we all thought we just had to shut things down for a few weeks to flatten the curve and then things would be back to normal?
Yeah, I have trouble remembering that, too. It feels like a very long time ago.
Revisiting My Journal
I keep a journal and I thought it would be fun to go back and read my entry from one year ago today. Actually, because I am not a consistent journalist— I certainly don’t do it every day– it is telling that on March 11, 2020 I made a point of writing in my journal.
It’s a precise moment of time, telling nothing about what came before or what would come after. In January 2021 one of my daughters had had a huge health scare and required major surgery. At the time, we thought that was the big event of 2020 and the rest of the year was bound to be better. And if I’m honest, the rest of the year wasn’t actually worse than January, because not much is worse than fearing for the life of your child.
Still, 2020 held experiences I had never even conceived.
In fact my journal entry reflects that.
“I am not panicked or even worried, probably because I still can’t really conceive of this whole thing. It’s all a bit surreal.”
I know I’m not the only one who feels like I spent much of 2020 as a character in a dystopian novel.
Back in March 2020 none of us had any idea what a mess the world was sliding into. But the nice thing about having written down my thoughts is that not only can I look back and recognize how clueless I was as to what was ahead, but it gives me a chance to recognize that I am now looking back at that entry from the other side of the pit. We’re almost out of it.
And even if by some misfortune we backslide a little, I’m confident that we will continue to claw our way to the top until we can see the new horizon.