A Very Covid Christmas
Finding gratitude in small things and shifting perspectives with others
Covid cases have spiked tremendously in New Jersey this past month, and every day, I hear of someone else I know and love testing positive, vaccinated or not. This Christmas, my mom and I tested positive, and we’ll spend the holidays alone, quarantined, with our pup. Apparently, dogs can get it too, now?
I’m grateful that our cases are mild. I’m able to work — not as much, but still enough to maintain myself. My mom qualified for an infusion, and luckily, she missed the holiday surge by a hair. Without that, I’m not sure how she would have fared.
We are up and about, trying to make the most of this challenging time, and holding on to gratitude that our sickness is bearable.
There’s one thing I have come to realize, though, above anything else, and I don’t know how people will take it.
Today, I hate Medium. Sometimes, it feels like Medium hates me too.
Hear me out.
If we take a day off from our typical 9–5, others pick up the slack, deadlines get rearranged, and a day off is a day to do nothing at all except get better.
But with Medium, it’s different.
