A lot of us have had a really hard time during lockdown. We miss the social interaction that we used to take for granted: the people who surrounded us in our workplaces whom we did not appreciate, then; the family with whom we were required to spend time during the holidays; the professional events that we felt obligated to attend.
Sometimes we even grumbled about not having enough time for the important stuff.
And then we discovered what the important stuff really was. Family. Friends. Colleagues. Relationships.
It was well into the second month of the COVID 19 quarantine, late April of 2020. It was spring; a time to refresh and rejuvenate, to plant and to build. But we were doing none of that. We were locked up in our homes, away from everyone we knew.
From our perspective now, it was still early on. Yet I caught myself staying up past my bedtime, unable to sleep, worrying about nothing in particular, mindlessly staring at the news. I stupidly binged television shows that I didn’t even like. Trudged through my work without real purpose. My husband began to worry that I had lost my mojo.
So, I swore off watching the news. The media and politics mixing with science was making me crazy. I didn’t need that negativity mixing with my cup of joe every day. When I put my foot down (we only have one television), in solidarity, we took to watching inane murder mysteries and crime dramas, instead. We would watch a season’s worth of one program in under a week. It wasn’t long before we were done with all the good stuff and watching old Perry Mason shows (yes, the original 1957 Raymond Burr TV series). When we finished those too quickly, I found myself attempting to convince my husband to watch them a second time around.
“Why?” he asked.
Because I was looking for comfort. Everything everywhere else was going to crap and I, like everyone else I zoom-chatted with during this time, was contending with anxiety, grief, and isolation. Never mind that my clients were struggling with those same issues, magnified by their divorces, or, worse, the realization, caused by lockdown isolation, that they wanted divorces.
How do you find relief from a pervasive sense of being alone, of not mattering? I needed comfort.
I found my comfort in returning to the basics, which, for me, is being active, focusing on something I truly believe is meaningful. In marketing the positives of a good divorce, a collaborative divorce. I became totally absorbed in spreading the word. In making a difference.
How did you find yours? Are you making the difference you want to in the world, despite the threat of Coronavirus? Are you changing the way the world gets divorced?
If not, let me help; reach out to me at Joryn@JorynJenkins.com or find me at Your Collaborative Marketing Coach, because your marketing is my marketing!
