When I got my reminder for journaling this week, I ignored it at first. I was really angry at not being able to get a vaccine appointment. But then this week, I did work that met enthusiastic approval from folks often hard to please AND: I decided to try to repair this lamp. The switch was going bad for some time and then one day I couldn't turn the lamp on. I love this lamp, it's on the dresser in my bedroom. I found it at one of those discount home goods stores a few years ago, so it's one of a kind. I watched some videos online, then I walked over to the hardware store and bought a new socket. I got out some tools and replaced the socket and voilá, it works! What a sense of efficacy and overcoming doubt. And I just got back from getting dose one. So a really good week. (And it's spring!!!!)
March 27, 2021
One year later give and take, and things are opening up. Each friend or family who gets a shot is a sign of hope, like the crocus in the dead leaves. Yesterday I ate in public with the family in the city (outside, sunny sidewalk away from passerbys). It was disconcerting but also felt so good to be out and see so many people. It was after an errand, signing papers in a lawyer's hallway, windows open to the spring, the lawyer's dog occupying the kids. We refinanced houses with low rates, courtesy of pandemic. I find myself feeling loss for what I might have done differently this past year, personal development wise. But then I hear myself say that we survived it, both physically and in so many other ways. And many others didn't. Isn't that enough? And what will I miss of this time? I don't want to race ahead. But I don't want to delay the opening for so many who need it more than me. Lots of questions: Will I be more lonely when this is over? Is it possible I am more religious now with church closed? What is next?
March 28, 2021