I can chart my quarantine journey through the memes that have spoken to me along the way. From toilet paper hoarding jokes, to social distancing cats that hiss at people who get too close, to irritated introverts who snap at their partners for blinking… I relate.
I saw something this morning that was, sure, funny, but also made me take pause. I cannot find it now, of course, but it was a tweet (I think?) that got shared, all about how we all got quarantined and had time to sit with our own thoughts and then we all went, nah, I’ll go make some homemade bread instead.
Guilty as charged with the homemade bread, but it didn’t occur to me—maybe because I didn’t take the time to sit with the thought—that all my newfound time and energy for baking could, in part, be a way I’m running away from my