If this poor peace lily that only ever gets watered once it droops enough that I pay attention can bloom in these “unprecedented” times [can we retire that word yet?], so can you.
This is not to say that you must bloom, of course. Rest, or at least mere survival — and surviving these days is anything but “mere” — is not to be shamed.
But anything may be possible. Bloom on.
Occasionally I say semi-profound things on Instagram upon which I want to expound. Or just keep more easily accessible for posterity. This is that place – click on the “repost” tag for more.