What a week, what a world — and there is so much more to come.
How are y’all doing? Some of you I know IRL, some of you I know only thru wordpress, but I feel an oddly strong connection. Some of you have gone silent in the blogging world since I started following you years ago, and I sometimes wonder about you. Are we all hanging in there?
Am I worried? Hell yes. Am I panicked? No. Am I worried about myself? No.
Social distancing and isolation play into my STRENGTHS. I am a little stressed about the anticipated increase in telephone conversations, but at least there is no threat to texting and emails. Although the husband and I just qualify as at risk because of our age, we have no preexisting lung issues (and, yes, I’m aware that it can turn deadly for anyone.) Of course, there are many other people that I care about who are more vulnerable.
After the 9/11 bombings, I wondered what the future would be like for my children. And certainly those events changed the world, but perhaps not as much as I feared. I likely won’t live to see the most devastating effects of climate change if mankind continues on its present course, but my kids and grandkids probably will and I’m not proud of contributing to this future for them if and when it comes to pass, but at least there might still be time to make changes and to prepare. This pandemic feels like another event that will dramatically change the future landscape and it has me muttering, “what kind of a world have my grandsons inherited?” Sudden, deadly, paralyizing, world-changing. I don’t do well with things that are described with those adjectives. I’ve lived through a natural disaster (Hurricane Harvey) that felt like this, but the scope of the disaster was so much more limited – it affected MY world, but not the WHOLE world. Trusted, knowledgeable scientists, public officials, and journalists all warned us about Harvey. They told us what the worse-case scenario might be, and, indeed that was pretty much the scenario that came true for my area. So I worry about the worse-case scenarios for this pandemic, and I just hope that they don’t come true.
I’m thankful for my bookcases and my yarn stash. I’m thankful for the hours I spent curating my twitter feed so that it now provides the right mix of trusted news and entertainment. I’m thankful to not be responsible for any humans other than myself and, to a limited extent, the husband. I’m thankful that I had enough toilet paper before the panic buying started (though future me will plan to keep a bottle of hand-sanitizer around.)
And, honestly, I’m thankful that we’re all in this together. Maybe, just maybe, the world will be a better place on the other side of this pandemic. Maybe humanity and community will triumph over power and politics. Maybe my grandsons will grow up in an even better world than their parents. Isn’t that what all humans have always wished for?
Stay safe, my friends. Be strong. I hope that wherever this finds you, it finds you well and calm and loved.