You ever think back to an earlier point in the week, and it feels like seven years ago? That happens to me regularly.

I get time is relative, and that the pandemic has estranged it even more, but sometimes weeks feel like decades; others, months are seconds.

So I’m trying something new: every evening before bed, I attempt to replay the day in my mind, reaching back to reflect on how I felt. What I accomplished that day, what I failed at. When I was upset and when I was jubilant. Haven’t tried it after a terrible day yet, so don’t accuse me of snake oil slingin’. But then again, maybe I haven’t had a terrible day because it forces me to be more conscious of my choices and happiness.

Covid has thrown a lot of things out of whack. All in all, I can’t complain—it could be so much worse. Sometimes finding the little happy moments each day can get you through the storm.