Esther Perel over Corona tijden
Shall We Begin?
I want to start this letter with a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. Settle in. Since I last wrote to you, our world has changed. Here in New York, we’re now firmly in the throes of the novel coronavirus pandemic. Outside, some of us are fighting a microscopic and invisible threat on the front lines. Inside, many of us on lockdown are experiencing a new normal. While we socially distance, some of us are feeling lonely, longing to touch someone. Others are trapped inside with the same people 24/7 and crave just a few minutes alone. Many of us are working harder than ever before. Some of us no longer have a job. Some are sick or recovering. Within a week, we’ve come to know people who may not recover and others who are no longer fighting. All of these changes can describe even just one person’s reality right now. We have been yanked into a completely new way of being. We are experiencing, for the first time, the collision of our many roles—worker, partner, caretaker, parent, child, friend, teacher, CEO and CFO of our personal lives—all in one place. For many of us, that place is our kitchen table.