I suppose that it was inevitable that I would live through a pandemic. Spanish Flu was around 1920 so assuming I live 80 years, it would have been 130 years. The best way that I can describe how it feels to me is that it feels like one big long 17 month (so far) Wednesday. Just one long hump day. I’m not rested from last weekend and not looking forward to the next weekend yet. It’s just blah. I’ve had my fair share of grumpy moments for sure. But overall quite thankful I’m in 2021 and not 1921.
Some good things:
We’re the luckiest parents in the world to have had as much time with our teenaged kids as we’ve had!
Many things got simpler. Celebrations were smaller and more intentional. More intimate. Less crazy.
Some not good things:
The cracks in the world started showing. Racism, intolerance, conspiracy theory fear mongering, over politicizing, judgmentalness. I hate it.
One of the physical side effects of Covid is a loss of taste and smell. I think it’s one of the emotional ones also. Things just FEEL bland and blah. Every day feels the same.
While I’m writing, I’m realizing how much has changed for me this year! But that’s for another post another time. For now, I’ve got more season 8 of 24 to watch….again.
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