A year ago, I never would have thought that I would still be writing about the coronavirus pandemic and all of its unfortunate and adverse effects. But, here we are, still in the middle of this shit, trying to come to terms with how to grapple so much stress and confusion while juggling daily life duties and responsibilities.
It’s been a hell of a ride.
As I’ve mentioned a few times already in my past few posts, all of us in Ontario are in another lockdown of sorts. This one has different requirements and stipulations than the last, and the one before that, but we are limited in what we are able to do outside of our homes and places of work in an attempt to slow the rapid spread of COVID-19 and all of its truly delightful variants.
My mom and I went to the Saturday evening Easter vigil mass this past weekend, and during the priest’s homily, he made mention of how crucial it is to redirect out thoughts, emotions and efforts towards the small and simple things in life that have the potential to bring us so much joy. He urged the congregation to recognize signs of spring that have made themselves apparent as of late; the temperatures are warmer; the grass is beginning to turn green; birds are chirping; the days are longer. While all of these things may seem rather obvious and insignificant on a surface level, when you’re battling a pandemic, their meaning and what they represent becomes all the more significant.
I doubt it has ever been more important to make the conscious effort to acknowledge the small and simple things in life that bring happiness and hope. We have been so inundated and overwhelmed with negatives as of late that a lot of us have forgotten what may have once made us happy, and it’s time we remind ourselves.