We are now more than 200 days on quarantine, and the markers do not seem better for my country. Whereas the world is slowly taking precaution to keep their numbers down, the Philippines still has extremely high numbers on record.
I have been home for the most part, as my routine has allowed me to do so. The semester in law school promotes a sort of obnoxiousness. Our kind worry about internet, reading, and getting enough rest for another day's work. The busyness of school takes precedence over many previous thoughts and activities. For instance, I will miss playing with the toddler in our house, because now, my schedule has been filled up, facing the computer for most of the day.
Some habits that have been helpful to me so that I could keep going include having a series on the background so that I could keep brief intervals between activities. I keep the curtains open to help me get up in the morning and to help me keep my sense of time (and sometimes the weather). I would love to get some more reading done (non-school reading, that is). I have deactivated notifications on most of my applications and check only when I can.
The distress these past months have definitely put me in cycles of sadness, and I have learned to pick out content that I consume more and more. For the first few months of the quarantine, I have refrained from interacting with more people than I am actually used to speaking with. There are still plenty of people to speak with, I find; however, I have had more meaningful, brief talks.
This is life now. I wonder how much longer the country will be this way. The injustice is palpable. I wonder what I can do in my mere sphere.
