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Am I eating too many carbs?

The answer is a resounding "Yes" if we are to compare it to how my jeans are fitting.

In my defence, I really enjoy bread, and it makes me happy.

My turntable is currently playing an album by Stars, and it's reminding me how much joy I get from live performances. I've lost count of how many times I've seen them in concert, and I was lucky enough to be able to see them in their play in the fall – a perfect marriage between my love of live music and live theatre.

For now, all of these events are on hold. Indefinitely. I'm clearly not the first person to observe this, and my words are not the most eloquent. But there are so many moments - both big and small - that we are missing out on right now.

This virus that is keeping the world on lock down, some of us out of work. All of us missing the simple connections with others that we took for granted.

Someone holding the door open for you as you walk into a store.

Eavesdropping on the juicy conversation at the next table while you sip your drink in the coffee shop.

Sitting across the table from a friend over drinks. or dinner.  

Six weeks ago, I wouldn't have counted these as precious moments that I would long for. But today, when we are all being instructed to stay home as much as possible, these small connections seem so precious.

I am lucky: I live with my husband and my two young sons. We are happy and (mostly) get along with each other. But we are all feeling the void in our lives that can only be filled by our friends, by our connections with other people.  We each have people and places that feed our souls, and right now we are all being forced away from these people and places.

My favourite place is in a crowd of people all joyously dancing and singing along to the band on the stage. I prefer small, crowded venues to big stadiums. Standing-room only, a pulse vibrating through all the bodies until we become one entity: strangers becoming friends over the shared love of the songs crafted by a small group of musicians who managed to write the exact words and notes that speak to each to us. The loss of these moments make me feel....I don't know, almost broken. I dream about being there again.

I wouldn't even complain about having a beer inadvertently spilled on my by the guy behind me.