We’ve learnt so much this year – and not just how to languish
While we wait to flourish again, there are still some things to be taken from the fine art of languishing
The pandemic has taught us a lot about ourselves. Too much, some might say. Too much, about the limits of a relationship forced to live between two people in a one-room flat, an indoor cat gazing out at the birds. Too much about our handwashing habits; too much about our children’s teachers’ front rooms. Too much about our children. Too much about love; too much about grief; too much about boredom – and its long, grey tail. Too much about fear and how we deal with it in ways that hurt us. Too much about what we eat when we are alone; too much about the awful way our bodies react when we hear the buzz of a text message. Too much about the barren ecosystems of our digital friendships. Too much about how we work when no one is watching, the naps mid-spreadsheet, the pasta at 10. Too much about what we don’t know.
And as we have learned these things, a name has appeared to describe each one, the word acting as a handy pin with which to tack it to the wall so that we can stand back and look at the feeling properly.
Read the original article at The Guardian