Sometimes, simply hearing that
someone else is feeling the same
way as you, brings comfort.

It reminds us that we aren't alone. That we are understood. Our beautiful MM team, have agreed to get vulnerable. To share each week, how they are feeling, how they are navigating these strange times. We hope that these little snippets of vulnerability can bring strength and solidarity. We are in this together.


For me, the last few weeks have been a lesson in celebrating the struggles as well as the good times. 

If I’m being honest - I’m one of those people who has loved being stuck at home. I love my quiet morning routines, baking sweet treats and going to bed early just because I can. I’ve loved family games nights over video (once they finally figured out how to use Zoom) and meandering to the dairy for more sweet treats. Now that takeaways and cafes are serving again, I am SO excited to order noodles from our local favourites on Dominion Road and grab coffee with my coworkers on the days that I pop into the office.

But as much as I’ve loved these quiet moments, we’re now five weeks into the new normal and I’m still struggling to deal with how much life has changed. I’m no stranger to my own anxiety, so I like to think I’m pretty good at identifying when I’m under stress. But every time an announcement comes through, I feel a new wave of panic. Sometimes it hits in weird and wonderful ways - vivid stress dreams, crying, binge watching eight seasons of Scrubs, or deciding that maybe I don’t need to go outside anymore. Ever. Again. I know I’m not the only one who fears returning to everyday life as we ease ever so slowly out of isolation. Unfortunately for my introverted heart, a life lived forever indoors is not the way forward. And the only way I know how to dismantle my fear is to start by acknowledging it and accepting it.  


A phrase we’ve adopted in the MM office is “kindness breeds kindness”. It’s been thrown around a lot lately. When you’re feeling the weight of the world and someone pushes your buttons, it’s easy to let loose on them. It might even feel good. But if our collective trauma has taught us anything, it’s that we all need a little more kindness at the moment.

The same rule applies to the way we treat ourselves. So I’m trying to let my kindness breed kindness in my own life. I’m proud of myself for crying when I’ve needed to cry, or leaning on a friend when I’ve felt alone. I’m testing out having a little more kindness towards myself when I’m struggling to focus on work. Or when I feel stressed for no reason. As my boyfriend would say to me, ‘you’re allowed five minutes to cry, and then you’ve gotta be gangsta again’. Well, five minutes is a loose term. Take all the crying time you need. And be proud of yourself for doing it. A little bit of kindness will go a long way.


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