There’s a light at the end of the tunnel of this whole pandemic mess.
Deanna might be eligible to get the vaccine in a matter of weeks, being in a pretty high priority group. We’ve talked about what life might look like after this very weird, very challenging stretch for us.
I’ve found it easier to start dreaming. Travel. Possibilities. And while my travel list always runs long, it feels a bit more specific lately. I’m really excited to get back to my passion for finding places, people, and things that capture my wonder and telling stories about them. And I suspect it’ll be even sweeter with this massive experience to always remind me not to take the process for granted.
That said… we’re not done yet.
Numbers-wise, cases are worse than they’ve ever been. In the US, in particular. I’ve read too many posts from friends working at hospitals expressing exhaustion and serious concern over the fact that people’s behavior on their online posts doesn’t seem to match the atmosphere within hospitals.
I’ve never been one to promote fear, but I do go all in on compassion. A stretch of intensified lockdowns and newer restrictions is nobody’s preference for how to end a year that’s been a rough one all around, but I do find a renewed sense of determination when I remember who my actions impact.
Wear the mask. Shop small for gifts. Avoid going out as much as you can. Call up people you want to reconnect with. Dream big. Replace the purchases you’d make at big box stores or off Amazon with indie businesses, the meals from chain restaurants with mom-and-pops. If you can, donate to a local food bank or org fighting eviction.
Just don’t bail on compassion.