I’m trying to envision that it is 2027 — five years from now.
There is no longer a global pandemic dominating our lives. I’m sure Covid is still around, but it has become endemic. Maybe we still wear masks in crowded places. Maybe we’re still getting vaccine boosters every six months. But our world has resumed some semblance of “Before” though we can never really go back to pre-pandemic life.
2021 has been a year of incredible change for me. I left a job I’d been at for 15 years. I pivoted into an entirely new career, one where I am now either writing professionally or working alongside talented writers.
I decided that I would leave a job I had been at for 15 years.
My career had been a huge part of my identity for so long: I was given the privilege of working remotely, I had become a parent, been co-workers with my own husband for a while, and gone from contributing to a team to leading a team.
Earlier this week, project management software company Basecamp caused quite a stir when it publicly announced policy changes, one of which was “No more societal and political discussions at work.” One of the co-founders later followed up with more detail, writing that it was “a return to whole minds that can focus fully on the work we choose to do.”
Just shy of one year since my kids have last seen the inside of a classroom, my kids will be returning to school next week.
Remote learning has been a struggle. From the early days of trying to establish a routine to changing techniques to keep my kids engaged, it has often felt like a losing battle. I kept telling myself that it won’t be forever, but I have also spent more time crying on the phone to the teachers (and principal) than all prior years of elementary school combined. The longer the year dragged on, the more it felt like a toll on our mental health.