It’s difficult to gain perspective when we are in the middle of the biggest upset to daily life any of us can remember. If it had only lasted a few weeks, we’d be back to normal. But we’re not. We are nearly a year into this thing called a pandemic, and my flexibility (word of the year) and patience (that thing you’re not supposed to pray for) have been pushed to new limits. Initially, I wasn’t sure there would be many lessons to learn from Covid-19.
I have to admit, I have a love-hate relationship with gratitude. Partly because of my religious upbringing, and partly because I struggle with taking on too much. When I hear the command, “Be grateful,” I sometimes feel resentment or even anger creeping up in me.
If ever there was a skill to obtain before attempting to write a book, it would be endurance. I’ve wanted to write a book for most of my life, but despite the desire, finding the time seemed implausible once I started my own public relations consulting business and began having kids. Several years ago, I made a move to pivot and shift my career no matter what it would demand of me.