On Reddit today there was a question, "What's something that's secretly been great about the pandemic?" The top response was "Not dealing with a commute". Being at home during the workday means I can pop a load of laundry in the washer in mid-morning, and hang it on the line during lunchtime. Here in New Mexico, that usually means I can bring it in at the end of the day and it's dry. But last week we had a storm that brought snow, hail, and rain to the city for three days. Normally we would have a snow day and not have to go in to the office. Pandemic work-from-home means we don't have a commute, but we also don't have days off when it snows. Three days later, the sun came out, the snow melted, and I brought the laundry in off the line.
February 24, 2021
This has been a tough week. Covid fatigue is one thing. Anxiety about the elections another...those feelings I’ve been dealing with fine, I thought. After flipping back and forth between the town halls and such different visions of what represents America and who we are, and who we want to be, left me reeling. I don’t watch the news so am pretty insular to such a stark difference. It left me numb And unmotivated to do much... my screen time is up as I surf YouTube for something, anything to lift my spirits ... Well not just anything as cute puppy and adorable kittens feel too immature and wasted. I need knowledge, I need to learn something, I need to feel that somehow in the midst of all the divisiveness in the country knowledge is power and I can take back mine some how. So tiptoeing past TikTok, no politics, and no conspiracy theories is not necessarily an easy journey. A crystal in my window gave me this prism on the wall. The colors danced and shimmered and got lighter and brighter from moment to moment. It gave me hope that the dark cloud i felt settling over me might be held at bay somehow. If the smallest bit of light can change a dull flat empty white space to a reminder of joy, and color however brief the encounter, then maybe there can be some sort of symbiotic energy transfer to my soul. Then i realized I have a choice each day to decide if I want to carry forth the lasting shimmer of possibility, or the blank emptiness of the white void. That choice is mine to make, and is the start of taking back my power.
October 27, 2020