A little more nature, a little more nurture

The world. 
It's hard to begin when everything around me is the same but different; I can't quite put my finger on how to describe my feelings. I'm grateful, first and foremost, for everything I have and am in these turbulent times. I'm sad for those struggling, whose lives have been uprooted and are dealing with tragedy, chaos, and pain. I'm still in shock; the dust hasn't quite settled for me, and I'm sure once it does, and I'm forced to sit down and think about it all, it will be overwhelming. 
I'm studying Theories of Personality in school, and the topic of nature vs. nurture and their impacts on personality is dominating the discussion forums. The argument is compelling, but the words are hitting me in ways I never thought they would. 
Nature. 
Nurture. 
Never have I felt more disconnected from either as I sit at home in my third week of quarantines and social distancing. I look outside and see spring creeping upon us, and I feel a craving for sunshine on my skin. I've had less time than ever, cramming work, school, family, and everything else all into one jumbled mess of a day. No time for quiet reflection, no time for me, there is no nurturing of any kind. 
It's time for me to stop. It's time to put my feet into the cold grass, look up into the blue-grey sky and take a deep breath. It's time for quiet, for both nature and nurture to return into my daily routine before the dust settles and I'm too overwhelmed with emotion to enjoy the moment. 
Is it time for you to stop?

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