Covid changed me

I have changed this past covid year.  Social and mainstream media, commercials on radio and TV weigh heavily upon me--a great burden causing depression.  I have developed a phobia about riding and no longer ride.  I listen to music on cassettes and cds.  I take flower orders over the phone and  help with curbside delivery.  I shop at the department store.  I babysit my grands.  I just started attending church services after almost a year.  There are no hymnals, the music and lyrics are on my smartphone., I walk my old dog.  I clean up the yard.  I visit with my two local adult children.  I play a golf game on the PS4 a couple times a week.  I cook dinner, serve and clean up after.  I work out virtually with my sister and daughter once a week and by myself the other days.  I wasn't exercising as often as  I needed and just today did cardio and resistance bands.  I am doing just fine.  Every one of my orchid plants is in bloom.  One is struggling because the poor baby was thrown in the garbage at work and then knocked over by my cat at the house.  The green shoots of bulb plants are coming up under the protective leaves from the fall.  I am purging and spring cleaning.  I am going to spruce up my daughter's bike and ride it about the city,.  I am going to camp a few times this summer..  The sun is warm through the window.  Yes, I am fine.