My fancy daily schedule didn’t get used much last week. Turns out, Week 2 of social isolation was a week of feelings. I had a lot of them.
I miss my business.
I miss talking to Christina about the digital ad campaigns, seeing the beautiful photos.
I miss my Monday morning management team meetings, hearing what’s going on, someone’s latest escapade on the weekend, Andrea’s laugh.
I miss going to the Admin page, scrolling through the orders, thinking about the love behind the cakes’ piped messages
I miss asking Megan to get me a mini Treat of the Week if she’s going down to the store for something
I like all the time with Andrew, seeing his beard grow, having a ringside seat to financial services.
I like the time with Minnie and Ellie, the chance to confirm that it is true: cats do nothing all day, every day.
I like the free, unfettered time and space to think about Prairie Girl Bakery, where it has been and where it might go after all this ends.
I like FaceTiming with my son, seeing a friend’s name pop up on my phone, and unhurried visits with my sister squirrelled away in her log home in Northern Saskatchewan.
It is awful right now.
It is wonderful right now.
Andrew’s Mom would have said, “It is what it is” and then smile at the freedom in this truth.