Comfort in the Quiet: Lessons from a Reluctant Hermit

How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?

I’ve never been what you’d call a social butterfly. Truth be told, I’ve always been quite content in my own little bubble—whether that’s tucked away with a notebook, behind a camera lens, or hiding out in the shed with a brew and my thoughts.

So when the world slowed down… I didn’t feel the same shock that many did.

If anything, it felt like the rest of the world had finally caught up with a pace I already understood.

That’s not to say it didn’t have its moments. It did. We all felt that underlying tension—the uncertainty, the quiet fear in the background. But what it really taught me was awareness. Not panic. Not paranoia. Just awareness.

Health-wise, I became more mindful. Not obsessive, just… careful. The sort of careful that probably should’ve been there all along.

It also reinforced something I’ve always leaned into—finding comfort in the simple things. Time at home. Time with Mrs Bob. Time to write, reflect, and process the madness of it all in my own way. Writing has always been my way of making sense of the noise, and during those times, there was plenty of noise to sift through.

If anything, the pandemic didn’t change who I am—it highlighted it.

I didn’t need to reinvent myself or suddenly discover solitude. I was already there. What it did do, however, was remind me not to take the quiet moments for granted, and to look after myself and those around me a little more consciously.

So no grand transformation story here.

Just a man, already a bit of a hermit, learning to be a slightly more health-conscious version of himself.

Stay safe

Bc

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About Bob W Christian

I’m Bob Christian; a husband, father, grandfather and cat dad. I’m a dyslexic poet. I am on the Autism Spectrum and I started writing poetry, or scribbles as I’ve always referred to them, to help me to process my thoughts and emotions. It’s also helped with my PTSD. It’s gone from there and after over 20 years is still going strong, I’m now finally dabbling in to photography as I’ve been told I have a good eye.

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