Part one. He’s home. He’s home all the time. He is WFH afterall. They wake up early. I hear them from bed, talking loudly; even louder than my 8 min meditation on the Insight timer app. Sleeping in is impossible in our shoebox apartment. I was hoping we w

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Name
Stella
Age
38
Location

Ashfield NSW 2131
Australia

Part one.

He’s home. He’s home all the time. He is WFH afterall. They wake up early. I hear them from bed, talking loudly; even louder than my 8 min meditation on the Insight timer app. Sleeping in is impossible in our shoebox apartment. I was hoping we won’t be in lockdown in this place, but when lockdown was announced in mid March we had no other choice.

I get up slowly. I feel my body and I start to unravel my fancy yoga mat I got for my birthday. Despite all the free Zoom exercise videos, Facebook LIVE and Instagram LIVE exercise programs the net is overflowing with, I open up my Lola Berry ‘The Happy Life’ book with its photos of sun salutations, camel pose, wheel pose, butterfly pose and a pilate exercise from my mind.

I am feeling strong on this day. Depending on my daughter’s mood, she would either join me, interrupt me or better yet leave me alone to fulfil this ritual.

From mid March 2020 till about early May 2020 (close to two months) we have been in this lockdown which has ultimately lead to a flattening of the curve. The fear of getting COVID-19 was very real and in the first few weeks upon waking in the morning I would try to remind myself that I am not in fact in a nightmare but this is real life. Forced isolation, no freedom, no planning for the future, dreams on hold and as of 8 May, no job. I was laid off the day before Easter Friday. I felt shattered as it gave me purpose and also had colleagues I loved working with. I thought since they had allowed me to WFH and I was in their Zoom calls, I was valued and essential.

To be continued...