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Real talk, it’s awful to not be able to safely see friends or family or travel, yet work productivity expectations carry on as normal. That doesn’t sit right with me. It didn’t in April and still doesn’t. What a miserable situation we’ve normalized.
I love my students and feel blessed to work with them. Yet I’ll never forget that I was asked over the summer to attend a meeting in person “because we can meet in small groups again.” I hadn’t been inside another building in months; had grieved cancelled reunions with loved ones
I am grateful for the ways this awful year has clarified priorities, but my eyes are literally glazing over at the rate at which emails are piling up. I see them and I think, Why so much resistance to grieving, to rest, to being with your loved ones or your pet or whatever?
I mean, if anyone isn’t heartbroken and ragged at this point, they’re just pretending. Or they’re structurally privileged and truly okay. But enough with foisting the denial grind onto others. 
I can't keep up with all the replies anymore, but damn, I'm sending care to all of you, and I'm blown away by how many of you have said some version of: "I thought I was the only one." Clearly not. Something pretty powerful about finding out otherwise. So... What now?
