Surprisingly, I’m Doing Better in the Winter with this Whole Lockdown Thing

I owe it to a shifting perspective

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A few months back, I was starting to panic. Our provincial government was doing dick all to try to curb the rapidly rising covid cases, instead, opting for the very last second to impose restrictions. They refused to shut things down swiftly, stopping the flooding of cases, and shut things down at a snail’s pace. This ensured that we didn’t have a Christmas, that after over two months, we’re still sitting in a partial lockdown.

I was aghast that we wouldn’t be able to see friends, or family, for that long. I declared abuse, falling scarily close to those anti-maskers. I dusted that off after a vent, don’t worry. Still, I wondered about how my mental health would take it, if it was worth it to pay the fine to be with friends or family (in a safe manner, outside, of course). I worried about shorter days, colder months, and how I would get through this winter when I couldn’t even go for some retail therapy.

Turns out, I didn’t need to panic. For me, the winter months are proving much easier than the warmer ones. I’m not quite sure of the reasons why, but I have a few guesses.

It’s been unseasonably warm. As in, worried for the future of our planet warm. The temperatures should be a…