These are tough time with so many anxiety producing facets. Will I have a job when this is over? How will I pay for food, rent, expenses? Am I going to survive being with my family and keep my mental health?
All very valid concerns, but for a lot of us this is the first time we have been home for an extended time. The first time our overcrowded schedules have lessened and haven’t needed an alarm clock or Siri telling us where to go next.
Let all try to savor just a bit of something every day. Morning coffee leisurely sipped rather than gulped, your favorite tune showing up randomly, a sunny moment even if viewed through the window.
The bottom line here is we have to go through this hellish time anyway. The personal loss is staggering, lost loved ones, careers gone, relationships in tatters. If we are going to withstand all these assaults to our lives then we need to find those moonbeams and sunshine or we won’t survive this pandemic.
“Everyone has a story that will break your heart. And, if you’re really paying attention most people have a story that will bring you to your knees” Brene Brown
We have been trained to pretend that everything is wonderful. If anyone asks how we are we say “oh I’m fine, how are you”.
When did this happen? How did it become weak to acknowledge our lives are imperfect? Believe me, if the clerk at the grocery store asks, yep tell them you’re great. But we do this with real friends, family and spouses.
There must be a way to break the perfection myth without seeming like a complainer.
If you are indignant about people kneeling is silent protest but not about the inequalities in this country, ask yourself why.
As a kid I remember being taunted with “dirty Jew” and other phrases. But I have a choice, I’m white, no one needs to know I’m a minority. Though to be honest, I “look like a Jew” with kinky hair and olive skin. People with skin other than beige have no choice. We shouldn’t have to try and hide our heritage.
Everyone pontificating about the sanctity of the national anthem should stop for a moment and think about worrying about your child every time they left the house just because they are a minority.
Just think about it,
And then get off your soap box so you can help fix this damned mess
Years ago there was a woman in my life who could no longer see a purpose in staying alive. She was really just an acquaintance but I was her choice of lifeline. For months she would call five to ten times a day sometimes pleading with me to permit her to die.
Of course I beseeched her to seek help and eventually I contacted her brother,though I had sworn not to. Time and medication stabilized her and I was no longer needed. But it taught me never to look the other way, to always speak up and offer assistance.