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
Hello. It is February 16, 2021. We are approaching the March 11 anniversary of the day Coronavirus shut the world down. I have kept a handwritten journal for more than 30 years, 2-3 times a week. My electronic journal will be similar, but point to the direct effects the Coronavirus had on me and my family. Some background. I am a dual citizen, US-Israeli. I grew up in New Jersey but moved to Israel permanently in 1998. I live part of the year in Manhattan and part of the year in Jerusalem, Israel, where my wife and daughter live. So while my profile says that I live in the US alone, that is only partly true. I am a highly educated, multi-lingual ex-pat whose view of the United States is both one of a native son and a foreigner who speaks American English. My entries will be about the impact of Covid on me, my business, how the virus shut down my life. The effects of prolonged loneliness and isolation, both physical and mental. I will try to keep my entries brief and readable.
February 17, 2021