Last Sunday, I almost didn’t go. I almost talked myself out of going. But I didn’t want to waste money on another ticket. I was going to go. That morning, I gathered my camera, my bag, my mask, sunglasses, water, and sanitizer and drove to the airfield. This past weekend, I went out into my first crowd since Covid first happened. I know that doesn’t sound significant, but for me, it was.
I have been working from home since March 2020. When I go out, I’m always cautious. I remember to wear my mask. I always use a hand sanitizer afterward. With covid, my anxiety increased tenfold, especially during those first few months during the initial lockdown. It was a hard transition that I’m still trying to get over. I’ve made some progress though. It’s small things like managing to go to the gym while I wear my mask. Going over to a friend’s house when I know there will be a few people. Even getting the courage to go to a restaurant during the least busy times.
I used to be able to go out into public with no issues. I loved to hang out in bars and coffee shops and just people watch. I didn’t have the fear of anything bad happening to me. I look forward to it. With covid, it got harder for me and the anxiety seemed to hold me back from enjoying every aspect of life.
But on Sunday, I managed to get a hold of my anxiety for a couple of hours. I walked outside, kept my distance, and managed to snap a few pictures. I know this post is short and doesn’t have a lot of content to it, but to me, it was a huge milestone.
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