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I have abandoned all attempts at making a schedule or routine, and take one day at a time

Gráinne Sexton


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Lockdown: Empty bike racks on Dublin’s College Green amid the Covid-19 crisis. Photo: Reuters

Lockdown: Empty bike racks on Dublin’s College Green amid the Covid-19 crisis. Photo: Reuters

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Lockdown: Empty bike racks on Dublin’s College Green amid the Covid-19 crisis. Photo: Reuters

If it was not for the regularity of my writing this diary, I do not think I would have realised that our current state of national quarantine has reached the one-month mark.

A lot can happen over 28 days. Indeed, the last four weeks have heralded seismic social and economic shifts, the consequences of which shall be felt for months and years to come. As a student, the prospect of setting out to navigate a potentially fractured job market and a definitively transformed social landscape is unsettling. I am a person who likes making schedules and planning events and thinking about the future. And although I am aware that life is inherently uncertain and, really, nothing much can be controlled or forecast, I take comfort in believing that the goals I achieve in the short-term will ultimately aid my long-term ambitions and aspirations.

The disruption of this past month, however, has shown how fragile my tendency towards organisation is, how easily my efforts to forge structure can fall apart.