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June 25, 2021

The Pandemic made us Let go & still, Nothing Broke. 

 “It’s all invented.”

Those words, written on a Post-It note, have been stuck to a computer monitor in some dark office for the past 15 months. A cosmic joke if there ever were one.

At the time I placed that slip of paper into my daily periphery—I needed the reminder. Often overwhelmed by my ambition bumping against the frustrating office politics of any large organization, I wrote the note as a reality check: this computer, this work, these office hours, these expectations were all, at one point, made up—all just part of a construct, designed by someone else, at a different time, under different conditions.

Fast-forward to now. Fifteen months without a physical office, without the daily blow-drying and business-casual costume, without rush hour, without the fluorescent lights. All of it, on pause. Frozen in time with my little Post-It. Collecting dust.

For over a year, we let go of the constructs and nothing broke. We adapted. We changed. I changed. Re-invented.

Now what?

Today I went to the office. It wasn’t the first time since the pandemic, but this time was different.

More…expected.

More…normal. Like nothing ever happened.

An in-person meeting. A conference room. Fluorescent lights.

I sat and I listened, thinking of the Post-It; thinking about the past 15 months, when the Post-It, and the reminder it held, never even crossed my mind.

 

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