Various tubes, bottles and jars of makeup—once applied with precision before I would venture out of the house—now sit untouched in an organizer. After all, there’s little reason to put on mascara, foundation, etc., if I am stuck at home due to COVID-19 directives. Heretofore, I was reluctant to even be seen in public without makeup, but the pandemic has prompted me to adopt a lackadaisical, no-fuss attitude toward beauty. It's so freeing!! Likewise, my hair is now a fashionable pandemic gray. Prior to the arrival of the coronavirus, I would visit a stylist every three months for color/highlighting and no doubt outlaid enough money over the decades to finance a child's college education. Now, however, I’m off the bottle and embracing, rather than concealing, my silver roots. Gray locks are almost a badge of honor—symbols of courage and strength that boldly emerge from an environment of pain, sorrow and anxiety.
February 4, 2021
My support comes from my coworkers, my family, and my temple family. Of course, my coworkers are dealing with the same issues that I am, work-related. We've always been able to share and rely on each other for support. My family, too, is very supportive. My husband is a retired nurse, so he absolutely understands. My temple family, the congregation, has been my cheerleaders. They seem to know exactly when I need to hear those words of encouragement. Each time we meet for virtual Shabbat services or weekly Shabbat blessings, they ask me how things are at the hospital and how I am. They have literally clapped and cheered for me. I don't feel that I deserve it, but they disagree. Regardless, they make me feel like a hero.
January 6, 2021