A love/hate relationship with time during a pandemic

I am, slowly but surely, reintroducing myself to reality. It’s overwhelming but I’m grateful not to have so much on my plate right now. The smallest tasks seem to be the most difficult to complete. Not having hard deadlines is weird. Even weirder is that I’m finally realizing the benefits of structure… it’s so unlike me! This is the most freedom I’ve ever had with my time and yet, time remains my greatest enemy. In just a few months, I’ll be returning to the hard-working life I was well-acquainted with before the pandemic. This tiny bit of resentment has been building up over the past year towards the irony of the situation: for the first time in 7 years I’m unemployed, and blissfully so! But of course, now all of the invitations I once had to turn down because of work have stopped because of the virus. I finally have all this time with no opportunities to travel or attend drunken events with people I can’t stand. It’s selfish but I’m bored out of my mind with this mundane little life of mine! The only thing keeping me grounded is the excitement of my future…where I’ll be working again…