This morning I heard words I had been dreading. They came in the form of a Zoom meeting (as most things do these days) and the pronouncement that our office would likely be re-opening on May 25th. I immediately stopped the video on my end so I could compose myself while the meeting continued. When the call ended, I went for a walk, crying most of the way. Then I had pistachio ice cream for lunch.
I am not eager to get back
I know most people are eager to get things opened back up–and there are definitely things I wish I could experience right now (my son’s first varsity baseball season, the look on my daughter’s face when I pick her up from her favorite place in the world sleep-away camp, and our upcoming, but likely postponed trip to Disney World). But going back to the office isn’t one of…
