I have been taking a trip yearly since 2015. Before that I did not consider myself a traveler, nor did I dream of travel. Now it is in my blood. In addition to the trip itself, preparing for the trip gives me endless hours of entertainment and potential for personal growth. I have a Best of Paris tour scheduled for September that is unlikely to happen. I have definitely gone through Kubler-Ross' five stages of grief:
1. Denial: "This virus certainly isn't going to keep me from going to Paris". On this forum I suggested to another poster that her trip to Scotland shouldn't be cancelled.
2. Anger: "I can't believe that the world is conspiring against me". This was an irritable, moody time. Don't look at me the wrong way, let alone say something I won't like.
3. Depression: "I can't even stand to think about going on another trip". I stopped researching. I stopped watching educational videos about art and history. I stopped making pretend trips through the Paris Metro. This phase lasted for weeeks.
4. Bargaining: "If Rick doesn't cancel, I am going, and If Delta doesn't cancel I am going even if the museums are closed." This wasn't me talking, it was a phase.
5. Acceptance: "My life isn't over, I will make it to Paris and many other places, when it is safe to do so." I am now ready to start planning for the future. It won't be specific and detailed as it would be for an actual trip with dates. My husband helped by telling me, "You are one who plans for trips, so start planning." So tonight, after work is done and chores are done, I am looking forward to getting on my laptop and planning for future trips.
What stage are you in?