March 31. End of Quintile 1.
I was supposed to have woken up in a San Diego hotel room, looking forward to day 1 of an American Pediatric Program Director’s Conference.
Obviously not happening. Instead, I woke up after yet another terrible dream.
Thinking about what we are not doing is clearly not helpful or productive right now. At the same time, my mind drifts there anyway. Sometimes.
I’m working on it.
I think I need to find little bits of joy and peace in this time and cling to them. Newfound flexibility of working from home. The opportunity to learn new things in a crisis. The extra time spent together as a family of 5, with Josh’s hours reduced.
But today I woke up sad and I think I am just going to accept that.
I am calling tomorrow the official start of Quintile 2. Maybe it will be better.