
I’ve been confused. I thought I knew myself. Instead, who I knew was a woman who was highly influenced by the world around me. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, it just wasn’t representative of the totality of me. We’ve all been there. Whether we’re enticed by a product commercial, or whether we want to join in on experiences with those who surround us, we make choices based on an outside influence. Sometimes this works to our advantage. I’ve visited beautiful places based on recommendations. I’ve also spent a good amount of money on things I didn’t need, and ultimately didn’t want.

There are some things that have been a constant. I knew what I liked, theater, work, blueberry crumb muffins. I knew what I didn’t like, loud noises like relentless car horns in stuck traffic, or people who take up the entire sidewalk making it impossible to pass. Nothing has changed on those fronts. I have noticed that I like a lot more now, though, than my previous short list.

I like my garden much more than in the past. I’m enjoying it more, too. I’m a squeamish gardener at best. For some reason getting my hands dirty is not fun for me. For instance, as much as I love lobster, I am no fan of pulling it apart to secure the tender meat. But choosing flowers and enjoying a small and rare patch of green in the city is as good as it gets while I find my way back into the larger world.

I’m also much more appreciative of the small things. Kindness, whether from a friend who reaches out, or a stranger who keeps a door open, mean so much to me. I am grateful for Alex’s late night texts filled with bad jokes, and lots of love. I am grateful that Larry washed the dishes last night after a long day at work. He did it without me asking, or even before I could complain that I had one more thing to do.

There are many things that I would not have known about myself had the world not changed drastically. Surprisingly, birds have been nice to see. In the past I appreciated the bright red cardinals I’d pass, but I was nonplussed by other avian varieties. Now, when walking in the park I look up to see all sizes and colors of birds, enjoying the brief siting as I move through the now leafy spaces. Most importantly to me, I’m not missing the many activities that defined my evenings. I assumed I’d be bored if I did less. Not so. I am better rested. I feel more grateful. Letting go feels easier.


An unexpected benefit of this time of Coronavirus is being untethered from much of the external influences. Other than Netflix, along with other cable programming, choices are limited. That’s helped me and others make choices that feel personally authentic. It allows for a freedom we didn’t know possible. Our worlds grew smaller, and our hearts expanded.

Self-Care Tips:
- Find something in your drawers you forgot you have but brings a smile.
- Take a private moment to enjoy something that is fun for you, it could be dancing alone, singing in the shower, or drawing. It doesn’t matter if you’re good at it or not.
- Get out in the sun and take in the vitamin D.








































When I was 10 years old I was allowed to walk on Haddonfield-Berlin Road, crossing highways entrances and exits to go to The Woodcrest Shopping Center. For a short time they had The Jerry Lewis Movie Theater, and I could get in for 50 cents, the amount of my allowances after chores. Or, I would go to W.T. Grant’s, deemed a twenty-five cent department store, but more of a five and dime. that sold colorful birds, toys, clothes, plastic jewelry, and featured a lunch counter. I was much too shy to go to the counter alone. But I loved getting lost in the aisles ending up with some sort of sweet. There was also Crest Lanes where I could bowl. I loved the crack of the pins being hit, and the overhead light of the score pad. In the other direction I would walk to The Haddontown Swim Club. It was lovely after a hot August walk to reach the pool and jump in to the cold splash of wet relief. These were some of my first destination walks.





