As we get into week two of quarantine, it’s undeniably hard to not feel like you are watching life pass you buy as those precious final weeks of high school roll by with not a single senior tradition in sight.
While we all must accept the reality that this is what’s best for the time being, it’s easy to get lost in the despair of your lonely room and limited access to the outside world.
For a few days, I found myself becoming increasingly hopeless.
I felt like I had cooked everything there was to cook, baked my heart out, and became frustrated with my mediocre piano skills. I had repainted my room, gone to Ikea and Trader Joe’s more than enough times, and I really just started to miss my friends.
It suddenly became too cold to go for a run or a bike ride. I was consistently sleeping in until 11 a.m., and I found myself with little motivation to do anything other than watch Netflix and wallow in my self-pity.
To put it bluntly, I felt like shit after my third day of lying in bed and sulking over quarantine. I had had enough of myself.
Realizing that this wasn’t going to be over any time soon, I started to turn it around. I facetimed friends that I hadn’t talked to in months. I discovered that group facetime calls are my new favorite thing, and that the gift of time was something that I had to take advantage of.
Now, a group of friends and I lovingly call ourselves “yogang” and facetime every day to participate in a 75 minute live-streamed class of Corepower yoga and guided meditation.
I’ve listened to more music than ever before, and I allow myself time for self care. I cook myself breakfast every morning, and frequently bake enough for myself, my family, and my neighbors.
Since my brother has chosen to spend his quarantine at home rather than at his apartment in the city, I get to hear him play guitar again for hours upon hours each day.
Though I’ve barely touched my piano since my days of elementary school piano lessons, I’ve forced myself to learn even the most simple songs.
In being quarantined, I’ve been able to rediscover things that I love and people that I love. Although I truly do miss school, sometimes it takes away from things I love to do simply because I don’t have time for them.
Through being quarantined and through having what feels like all the time in the world, I have been able to care for myself in ways that I haven’t since forever ago.
In no way am I thankful for Coronavirus.
I would love to have this part of my senior year back, and I would love to know that I’m going to get a senior prom and a graduation.
Unfortunately, at this point, I know that nothing is guaranteed. At this point, we can’t control much, but we can certainly control what to make of our newfound time and abundance of sleep.
If I have learned anything from this quarantine, it’s that I have a new love for yoga, slightly improved skills on the piano, and a room that doesn’t look like it belongs to a 10-year-old anymore.