Every morning for the last few years this lady walks by my house with her 2 Corgis. Yesterday she only had 1 and my heart sunk. She must of saw the sadness in my face and said "oh, Meatball is at home he's just being a lazy bum." Meatball my little fuzzy friend, you are a mood.
My hot take is that most of us have not adequately processed the trauma of the pandemic. And our sprawling, unprocessed trauma chews away at our brains in myriad ways that make us anxious about why we can’t seem to live our lives as instinctively or as joyously as we did in 2019.