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Dear reader, In the first few weeks of lockdown, as conferences and travel were being cleared from my calendar, the two-hour work commute wiped from my day, meetings at coffee shops and catch ups at bars no longer viable, I felt what many have found confronting to express: relief. I was being told to feel panic, to feel uncertainty, to feel like the whole world had fallen apart, but I didn’t. I felt permission to get off the treadmill, to narrow the lens with which I viewed my life, and to finally give contentment a chance. I want to acknowledge my context here, as I know this has also been a difficult and tragic time for many. I live with my partner in a house that has a large, productive garden in…