Tales from my solo quarantine

I’m on week five of my quarantine. First and foremost, I’m grateful for having a roof over my head, food and supplies, and safety. None of which I take for granted. I know there are many who are not as fortunate. I extend my deepest thank you to all the essential workers and medical professionals who are serving our communities and keeping our Nation running. You are appreciated.

That being said, there’s also a part of me that’s also incredibly grateful to be alone in my quarantine space.

As an introvert, the thought of being around anyone, be it husbae, kids or family 24–7 non-stop for weeks on end would drive me crazy. I get anxious just thinking about it and I’m so glad that’s not my reality right now.

I normally spend time alone to recharge my spirit (usually not under these conditions though but you get what I’m saying). It’s part of my routine to keep myself grounded.

I love my people and we stay connected via daily check-ins by phone and video chats and that’s enough for me right now. Everybody is safe and I have my space and sanity. We’re all winning.

I listen as my friends and family share tales of their homeschooling shenanigans, arguments with their spouse over cleaning the bathroom, or the daily struggle to keep quarantine snacks in stock. All the while, I can hear toddlers and…