So I started reading the first replies here and it's all religious looks like? I don't have a spiritual share but I do have something that might have to do with transformations/changes. Let's see if I can articulate those.
Where to start and how to describe it? You guys know I'm an introvert. I reckon that quite a lot of message board posters are. Why? Because we can stop and start interaction at will. We discussed personality types in the long ago past. Also including the fact that having been tested over a period of decades (that was an eye opener for me) I have the rarest personality type on the planet. An estimated 1-3% of the worlds population has my personality type. That doesn't make me special. It makes me a loner.
What does that mean? It means I don't know anyone else who is like me. I don't know anyone else who relates to people the way I do. I don't have anybody like me...FOR me. I know that doesn't make sense to others but it's true. It means people "get" parts of me, but they don't get the whole of me. That probably doesn't make sense either. Anyway, it means I don't fit in. I can
make myself fit in in differing situations, but I don't really fit in.
So when the lock downs started I made sure we were prepared in practical ways. After about a month (and I think I wrote about this on the broken board) I had probably 6 weepy nights wondering how long all of this would last and when I was going to see my people again---without talking on the phone, through windows and keeping long distances from each other.
Well something changed over the past 1.5 years. Introverts live in their heads. I think that during this period of time it gave me the opportunity to go
so far into my head that I'm probably never coming out again because I'm happy there. Being raised an only child as well as being an introvert, means I can keep myself going for extended periods of time with no one around. Like I could never say a word for weeks on end to anyone else and be perfectly content. I've always been this way.
I'm content. I don't know how to explain it. I've worked on a TON of things over this period of time. Creative projects, taking classes, stuff inside and outside around the house, drinking in sensory input, self care...it's all really been a type of self care. Doing Bible studies, reading, listening to audio books, setting up a little indoor garden in the loft with grow lights, just I dunno...one thing after the other as I feel moved to. And all of this has continued far beyond the lock downs. In some weird way, my spirit feels fully free for the first time in literal decades.
I'm vaccinated. We're both vaccinated. I go places, but I don't stay there as long as I once did. Because I want to go home to my sanctuary of one other adult, one cat, the woods, the wildlife. And if the one adult happens to leave and takes
their human voice with them, I'm golden. I think in the past, I had busied myself with shopping for stuff. I don't do that any more. Quite the contrary, I've hurled more stuff out of here in the past year that it's crazy,
simplifying my sanctuary. Taking away even more evidence of society's dependency on material stuff.
The only trips I make out have been to pick up food, collect up more art supplies, plants, and I did go out to get my hair cut a couple of times. Oh, and whatever doctor/dentist appointments, that sort of thing. Going to hospitals with two family members for surgeries and providing after care for them.
I'm all the way IN. Thoreau got a hold of me when I was a teenager. I think he's got me hook, line, and sinker now. I didn't mean to go there, I think I just naturally did because at first I was forced into it--then I adapted and found a space in my head to the point where I never want to come out of it again. I like it. I put more into my head now than I do into my environment. I've simplified and gotten rid of the trappings of materialism and in doing so, have been able to fully immerse myself in things that fill me up.
I didn't make the connection to Thoreau's influence until just now writing this post.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms...” ~Thoreau
Yeah, I'm in my head. I'm literally and figuratively in the woods. I'm not coming out again.
(Oh, I am adding this anecdote. I have a niece in Florida who lives with my sister--the people I'm hoping to visit, having put off the trip due to pandemic. My niece has been calling me for reasons. She is an introvert and an only child, so she gets me probably more than most. And I get her. That's why she's been calling me. She shared a conversation she had with my sister. My sister was talking about taking me to the beach and staying there all day. Whereupon my niece said, no. I'll take her to the beach and drop her off and come back and get her later in the day. Sister says that's crazy. Niece says, no.
That's what she wants. 
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