Compartmentalized + Disintegrated

“We basically just gave up during our pandemic parenting efforts. Play on your iPad 23 hours a day, we don’t care.”

A friend said that to me, tongue in cheek, as we were catching up on some of the deeper things in life.

He’s far from alone. We experienced lots of that sentiment too.

We were blindfolded, tossed into a game we didn’t know the rules, and had no idea of its timing.

Good luck, go get em, figure it out.

Old structures were gone. Offices now weren’t places you went on Monday mornings, they were now the kitchen table, or the laundry room, or the car in the garage.

It was disorienting, and the removal of societal structures became life’s messy soup.

And as tricky as it was to navigate, I think something beautiful has started to be birthed.

The removal of compartments. The introduction of integration.

A few years ago, I had a darker season, when I compartmentalized my life, and kept parts of me hidden and protected.

At its worst, I wore different masks in different settings.

The walls I erected between each area, slowly became the fuel for disconnection and a dizzying degree of disintegration.

I have a long way to go, but the path to an integrated life may be more possible now that we’re all playing a new game.

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