Not to be all looking on the bright side or anything, but this isn’t forever. The world will heal, the virus will subside, and hopefully we’ll be here to see it.
In the meantime, it’s a time out. A pause, a break, a reset. Again, that’s only because I’m incredibly privileged to be able to stay home. For now I need to stay home, stay at least 8 feet from people, get exercise, and sit on the porch. Since I’m closer to 70 than 60, I shouldn’t travel, eat out, march for racial justice, shop in stores, visit people, or hug my friends (which is sad). Next year I’ll resume deciding whether we should move to the west coast, socializing, feeling guilty if I’m not volunteering somewhere, driving to book club meetings even if it looks like snow, and planning trips. For now, it’s all on hold.
Many Happy Returns 