You’re sick of it, you’re bored with it, you’re “over it”, and yet up the numbers go.
The shock has worn off, the grief is beginning, mounting like a pile of laundry you keep putting off.
Problems accrue like debt, some of the problems are debt.
Pressure is mounting, release valves are scarce. You’re ready to burst. But you can’t, safely. So what do you do?
It’s like a marriage. You have to wake up every day and marry this person all over again. But things happen. Feelings ebb. Houses get disorganized. Lives get messy.
So you re-commit. You say “this is what I want, and I’m willing to work at it.”
So you do.
For this scenario, you restock the hand sanitizer. You put a hook on your wall by the door for your mask. If you live in a full house, everybody gets their own hook. You clean the tool shed and imagine your summer projects.
Because you’re not going anywhere, really. Those extra trips, those “maybe if we just…” You imagine them, for fun, for release, but you don’t do them.
Not if you’re smart.
Not if you care.
Not if you want to help instead of hurt.
Get your head around staying, and start again.
Remember the energy when this first started?
Terror yes, but energy. Find that feeling.
Is it limiting?
Is it sometimes claustrophobic?
Is it what you wanted for yourself right now?
No, or not exactly.
But it’s what you’ve got.
So make it nice for yourself,
And for those around you.
Do what you can.
Do your best.
Stick with it.
Clean the bathroom.
Line up the books so you’ve got the next one ready.
Give yourself a break. Don't bother to add a picture to your blogpost.
Think about a way to help someone else, even if it’s just recommending a TV show.
Take a day to grieve.
But stay home, and stay safe.
I love you.
I’m asking you.
We like the sexy new thing.
Make this nice.
Save that for later.
Here we are, alone together.
Riding the wave.