If there is one word we have all learned - and heard too much of since Covid-19 entered our world - it is pivot.
Before the pandemic, pivot simply made me think of one particular episode of Friends ... you know the one - everyone’s favourite palaeontologist Ross buys a new couch and decides to carry it up to his apartment rather than pay a delivery fee. He enlists the unwilling help of friends Rachel and Chandler and soon the trio find themselves stuck. The couch is too big to move around the turn in the stairs, resulting in Ross yelling “pivot” repetitively.
Now of course, the word pivot brings up a sense of dread, rather than a belly laugh, as we are reminded of the Covid years where we constantly had to pivot - changing direction and method in our work, our study and even how we spent our leisure time (I am fairly sure many episodes of Friends were watched during lockdown).
Long ago before Covid-19 entered our world, before Ross and Rachel ever dated, or were on a break, I was a 7-year-old ballet student. Back then, pivot was a word I hated. “Pivot” - the teacher would call, and while the other tutu-clad ballerinas in the town hall would gracefully turn as one, I would, without fail, turn in the opposite direction. While the other tiny ballerinas’ feet seemingly barely moved as they turned - mine would splay out, moving me away from my allocated space, to the background music of my teacher’s exasperated sigh.