Lockdown is working in NZ.
In New Zealand we have all been on strict Lockdown for nearly four weeks. The number of Covid19 cases has headed downhill in a big way, even though testing has increased substantially. We have been at "Level 4" and it is hoped that we could move to Level 3 on Wednesday. So I have barely left the house. I have gone for a few walks around the block. We ventured into town to get our flu jab, but then went straight back home. I have been doing jobs around our house and acre and made a few calls to fire fighters. I also have done a weekly news letter for people of the local congregation, which I call "Lockdown Linkup". It has been well received with people sending emails of appreciation and also their stories of lockdown so that I can share them. I was sure of myself that I would remain mental health wise, healthy and even enjoy the time. But...
I have been out of sorts... sad somehow.
I have plenty to do around our house and acre, but I have felt a bit out of sorts? I am fine really, but have analysed myself and there are at least three related reasons for being out of kilter..
1. There is a bit of uncertainty about how things will go for me after Covid19 Lockdown... there maybe changes to my lifestyle. Things I have invested a lot of time and energy in are fragile and uncertain. They may not survive the Covid19 disturbance. That uncertainty feels uncomfortable.
2. Normally I am the one helping the "unfortunate" or less able. Habitat for Humanity, Drop-in centre, Night shelter, food bank stuff, knocking on doors in Christchurch earthquake, and general dogs body helper type activity have been my life. I enjoy feeling useful to others. In this situation, because I am over 70 I am told sit down, stay home, we don't need you. (I think whether it is level 2-3 or 4.) I hear of somebody with some need and I think, "I could just pop around and help them." "I'll go see them and chat!" Then it hits me again, I cannot do that! I would be breaking the law. I feel like I've been dumped on the scrap heap. Now that is not true but it is a feeling we older ones have to deal with.
3. While I am a bit of a hermit, all my life I have pushed myself "out there" and related with people. They have become important to me, it has become who I am, but now I cannot relate/be with them. I am missing the social contact. I could easily shrink back into my hermit zone?
As a pensioner I have nothing substantive to worry about. Life will go on, we will never be broke, but the above changes have their impact... Are others impacted in a similar way? Just sayin'.
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A Francis of Assisi prayer which seems relevant. |
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On Good Friday my wife made buns but added my hammer and nails to highlight the meaning of the day. |
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My home made carpet stretcher. (Carpeting the floor of my study after repairs. |
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Carpet done. |
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Study set up again. |
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New shelves... Lots of books discarded. |
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These photos are reminders of good times. |
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