One Line, One Team, One Story
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the power of one. ONE LINE, ONE TEAM, ONE STORY Words by: Aaron Schneider, Amy Repp, Angeline Yeo, Angelle Fox, Antony Puttick, Brendan McKenna, Ciaran Healy, Daniel Ari, Genevive Cueva, James, Jayme Neumann, Jennifer Coldiron, John Normoyle, Julia Osetrova. Kalina Georcheva, Lola Adebayo, Migle Semetaite, Mike Upchurch, Owen Hammersley, Rafael Healy, Salome Dmello, Siddhartha Dev, Sonya Hau, Spencer Takata, & 400 Anonymous contributors. Illustrations by: Alejandra Camargo, Brian Puttick, Cody Pickett, Hayle Birlew, Jordan Murphy, Rafael Healy, Sarah Holmes, Sonya Hau. Edited by: Ciaran Healy & Migle Semetaite Chapter One Written by: Amy Repp, Angelle Fox, Antony Puttick, Daniel Ari, James, Jayme Neumann, Jennifer Coldiron, John Normoyle, Mike Upchurch, Migle Semetaite, Owen Hammersley, Siddhartha Dev, and 80 anonymous contributors. Edited by: Ciaran Healy and Migle Semetaite The day began sunny side up, until pent-up frustration creeped in and the world turned upside down. Kick-started the day with a run, and realised that I can now tell the time by looking at the sunlight on the leaves of the tree outside my window. Thank God the weather is decent, because I couldn't handle this during winter. Some days it feels like we only just started social distancing and WFH last week... and then you realize it's been two months! It's startling to see how much structure the old 9-5 provided. Now I am responsible for setting up my own rhythm (riddim). My back hurt. And the limitations of working off a 15” laptop screen became very apparent today. New day, and it's so rainy and gloomy today. What a relief after two weeks of sunshine that you can't properly enjoy. I watched the thunder roll in. I really don't like the rain and the cold, but it does make you appreciate the sunshine more. After the greyest day, I'm looking forward to the bow after the rain! I'm healthy and I made someone smile today, it was a good day. Especially for a Monday – no tube delays, no sweaty carriage, no wifi issues and I even got a thank you from my client. AND it's still light at 6pm. It's a cosy day – I love the sound of the rain, which is also making me appreciate the time at home more. It's incredible to realize just how much time is wasted on commuting – two hours back every day. But I'm bored, I'm lonely, I'm all out of sorts. I don't remember the last time I had a good night's sleep. At least weekly calls with family and friends keep lifting my spirits. Ironically, Covid-19 has done two things – social distancing and building bonds at the same time. Isolation forces the extra effort to stay in touch. Yesterday I had a lovely facetime with my family and my heart is full. But it made me miss them so much more. I thought about my mother (83 years old) today... and how even just a few months of isolation and social distancing are so much more of a loss of her precious time. Finally, the sun came out, and I actually notice it so much more now. A sunny day with a side of panic. I woke up this morning thinking it was Sunday, realized it was Wednesday, decided it would be nice to shower and get dressed for a change, only to have both my son and wife look at me with that "what are you thinking?" face. Straightened my hair for the first time in six weeks and felt pretty. I ate, I ran, I ate some more. You know what all this has made me realise? I love coffee and almond croissants. I got a look from my postman that said "you are really milking that Amazon Prime subscription". It may have been my third delivery of the week ... on a Wednesday. And yet, I never thought I'd find myself trawling through Amazon looking for beans, and not the baked kind you find in a tin. The school thought it'd be fun to have an experiment. I could barely track down flour let alone beans that aren't in a tin. I waited thirty days for an Amazon toilet paper delivery—it was a scam. So instead, I had the girls draw a beanstalk and sent that to their teachers, boom! Using one's initiative to be innovative. Homeschooling is hard, but here's an upside: I taught meteorology before work and we made origami replicas of native butterflies at night. The downside? My child is a banshee this morning... she's testing every inch of my sanity!! My youngest wet the bed at 4am. Changing her sheets was the most exercise I have done in five days. But it can also be surprisingly calm for a copywriter/daddy daycare operator for a 1-year-old, while the wife heads to work at a hospital during a global pandemic. Another day sheltering in place, another messy bun on top of my head. It's cloudy again; I don't think I'd mind the gloom if it wasn't for all the doom. On the upside, I stopped my cat from eating my snake in the middle of a client presentation. Some days look like this: log on, check mails, feed baby, walk baby, put baby down for nap, take work calls, feed baby, walk baby, take calls, play with baby, respond to emails, feed baby, bathe baby, respond to emails, put baby down to bed, log on start part two of the work day. And others are made by my recently potty trained 2-year-old interrupting my international leadership meeting by walking into a room with his pants around his ankles screaming 'Mommy, I pooped!'. I love all this extra family time. During the work day I'm treated to a chorus of new-born birds cheeping from their nest in the roof gutter. And a Woodpecker family getting violently kicked out of their tree hole by a rival bird family while giving a client presentation about home loans. How fitting. COVID-19 made me realise that the most important parts of a building are the windows. I find myself feeling like Doctor Dolittle, and talking to animals. I'm great mates with "Limpy" (a squirrel, with a bad leg!). He prefers the tougher name of "Hard knocks" but he'll always be Limpy to me. Animal crossing is life. All in all, today was great, but don't eat bats people, it fucks up the world. I ate some more. I was thinking about that tub of ice cream in the fridge all day; finally gave in at around 4 and it was the highlight of my day! New same, same day… it's getting boring now. My husband speaks loud enough on his conference calls to be heard without the computer; dogs huff to go out; dogs bark at those who dare to pass by; dogs huff to go out; work gets done; leave the dining room and shut the light. And even in the midst of all the monotony, I was able to rediscover the joy and satisfaction of riding my bicycle. Now that it is so much less daunting in the uncongested suburbia, I rescued the bike from its two-year stint in the shed for exercise and errands. I also became fixated on filling my flat with plants and I'm not sure why - maybe it's because they give me some kind of purpose, some kind of visible, tangible change, something to do. Can't help but feel anger and disappointment, not much else today. It hit me that quarantine will be the new bar to compare if we really like someone. So it was a little scary today to let three outsiders into our home to replace our air conditioning system. It was the first time I've spoken to an outsider in person in over seven weeks. I haven't seen some of those closest to me in five to six weeks now, but work being so busy has been a nice distraction from that. I felt happy as I was enjoying my new walking routine before work in the morning, hearing the birds, smelling the flowers on trees, feeling accomplished for exercising. Yet, as I thought about all the things I'm going to miss out on this summer, like swimming in pools, going to fairs, seeing friends and family at barbecues, my eyes filled up with tears with a sense of mourning and loss. I'm regretting all the times prior to lockdown I said no to a cheeky post-work pint and chose to head home instead..I've learnt my lesson! Finally, the clock chimes 5pm and it's a crude reminder that another day flew by without me uttering a single word out loud. Today sadness wins, I'll try again tomorrow. While I sipped my stovetop espresso looking out into the exploding garden, the phrase “dancing on the deck of the Titanic” replayed in my mind, and my heart felt both heavy and light, like those glass frames filled with sand and colored fluid that you turn over and over to watch new landscapes form; and meanwhile the baby hummingbirds we’ve watched from the time their microscopic hearts fluttered inside two white jellybeans are twitching in their too-small nest, their tiny, pure-black eyes wide open, taking in the immensity of the sky, their imminent domain of danger, nourishment and exquisite freedom.