The five week period that I was closed was an interesting time of living and watching life out of the norm, with every day being the same but every day being different due to lack of control of our own world. Pair that with the mental unrest of not feeling in control, knowing tomorrow probably wasn’t going to be a whole lot different. I thought to myself this must be what it feels like when you go to prison and are cut off from the world. You know you’re not in control, but you really don’t know who is. Until you realize that you can turn a bad situation into a good one…