So 10 weeks!

For some this is a long time for others a short time.

If you are a baby 10 weeks is a huge amount of time, for someone less than 2 years old 10 weeks is more than 10% of their life. So it is a significant amount of time. Learning new words each week as well as becoming more self-aware. It is said that an 18 month old turns into a definite little person with a personality, increased communication and interaction with the world. For them 10 weeks means time to grow and explore in this world which is still new and exciting. 

For others, 20% of a year represents 0.38% of their life for a 50-year-old it or 0.64% for a 30-year-old.  I guess I am just trying to put into context that we should make the most of the time but in the context of a life time it is quite small. 


Long term motivation in isolation is a struggle, initially I was excited by the prospect of not travelling having more time to exercise and cook. But as the days roll on jumping out of bed for a run in the morning has moved from being hard to non-existent. Cooking 210 meals from scratch out of what-ever the farm drops off each week is becoming monotonous.    

So the last time I had a conversation with a person in real life, rather than a screen, was 70 days ago (at time of writing) as much as I am grateful for the technology which currently exists to allow communication with people all over the world and live video chats have progressed massively recently. It is still very restrictive and flat, usually they have to be a scheduled affair and topics of conversation are running low as the weeks of non-activity roll on.   

On the flip side it has forced me to get in touch and talk with many people I would not normally speak to. I have spoken to a wide variety of people (on a screen or messages) in the past 10 weeks who normally I would only talk to once or twice a year.  

It has now been 40 weeks, 280 days, since I was sent home from work in March. I was going to publish the above a long time ago but forgot, so this is part 2.  

So what has changed – not a lot and everything. Still working from home, still avoiding people and shops, masks have become mandatory now 

I now try and leave the house once a week but sometimes this is a struggle a combination of dark nights, nowhere to go, no motivation to go and having it hammered into you all year that an invisible danger lurks outside has not given me many reasons to leave. All the reasons to leave the house have now been removed, go to work nope wfh, go to shops – nope not open, go do exercise – nope  

Even the excitement of baking or cooking has gone and been replaced by what is easy or available. Not sure if this is due to the lack of shopping I am still doing prevents me getting ingredients, lack of overall motivation to do anything or the fact I do so little now I no longer require as much fuel. 

The previous isolation struggles have grown and the things which were exciting have now diminished. No one has done anything in so long that there is nothing to talk about in those rare times when someone does speak to me.

There is still so much uncertainty about the future that plans have not even been started to be abandoned.