I haven’t worn make-up in twelve days. For each of those days, my grimy hair has been disguised by a messy bun and a headband. I have maintained a uniform of sweats and leggings, sometimes the same pair two days in a row. And for twelve days my phone has continued to chime, reminding me of appointments, engagements, and small group meetings.

All of the things my life consisted of have been put on pause, removed, or transformed. Things that help provide for my family, improve my health, and nurture the relationships I have with people I love and care about don’t look the same as they did thirteen days ago.