Shirley Weeks, New York, USA
In order to go forward, we live in the now. We take the day we’ve been given and make of it all we can. We can’t change the past. We can’t foresee the future. If only things were different, but they’re not!
Who ever would have thought we would be confined to our homes, or where ever we happened to be when the edict came down? Shelter in place. Maintain “social distancing” of at least six feet in public. Wear your face mask. Protect yourself from your neighbor’s germs and protect your neighbor from your germs. Wash your hands. Be mindful of and helpful to your neighbors, especially if they are among the high risk population. ( Yikes, that’s me!)
We can’t control what goes on around us so I give up control and accept the gift of time to read, write, quilt, scrapbook, work on my genealogy, family history and take long walks with my camera.
The change in routine isn’t bad but there are freedoms I’ve been forced to give up. I miss browsing our local bookstore for the sheer enjoyment of smelling the freshly brewed coffee while I check out newly released books.
The privilege of browsing the grocery store has ended and grocery shopping has created a new kind of adventure. Shopping on-line doesn’t have the excitement of finding a new item that I just have to try. The process of hunting grocery items on the computer is boring, frustrating and limiting. I can’t check expiration dates, pick the size I like or check the calorie or salt content. The meat department leaves me deciding I don’t need this kind of protein.
I need to see the weight, cut, color and expiration date. Fresh produce? By the time the grocery elves put that in my bag, the store notifies me my order is ready for pick-up, I pick up groceries, drive home, unpack everything, my produce looks like a bunch of vegetables left roasting in the sun at a farmer’s roadside stand; wilted, dry and lifeless.
When I find myself trying to figure out what comes next I know it’s time to let go and go with the flow. Even though I’m not sure where letting go may lead, I’m sure of one thing.
My family is my pride and joy. I’m so proud of the people they’ve become and the contributions each one makes to society. I look at their adult faces and know that even though the world is crazy now, the love of family is all that really matters and I am blessed to have daily, Virtual, contact. I’m becoming a more thankful person with gratitude for the life I presently live. Life is what it is. There is stuff to be discovered.
Hope is universal. We can all share in the knowledge that “this too shall pass” and “hind-sight is twenty-twenty”, giving us all the courage to make the most of our solitary time with love and acceptance.