Am I allowed to sometimes feel trapped, anxious and sad in the morning but feel relaxed, optimistic and happy by lunch?
Am I allowed to sometimes enjoy it and not want it to end because I love the new slower pace of life?
Am I allowed to sometimes hate it not only because I miss the big things like family and friends, but because I really miss the trivial things too?
Am I allowed to sometimes feel guilty for not quarantining well enough?
Not learning the right new skills, learning them fast enough of well enough?
Am I allowed to sometimes feel nothing?
Am I allowed?
I am allowed
I am allowed to feel nothing, or something, or everything.
All at once.
And I do.