Being a part of a pandemic is no picnic. Seriously.
I say this as a confirmed, card-carrying, lifelong introvert who has worked from home for over a decade, accompanied only by my (super noisy) feathers and (super silent) shells for company.
It is quite different when you stay home by choice versus when you stay home by command.
Of course I don't want to make anyone else sick. I don't want to get sick, either.
But I also don't want to lose my mental and emotional health in service to my physical health.
I mention this because it is up to me to remember that I wake up every morning still in charge of four unique and highly complex integrated systems - my body, my brain/mind, my limbic brain/emotions, and my spirit.
Each of these systems has its needs and priorities. Each one is always adding new items to the suggestion box (or, alternately, to the complaint box).
Through it all, somebody (aka me) has to work to earn rent money to keep a roof over everyone's head. Often, that work involves writing blog posts here and elsewhere.
I love what I do and I am grateful for the chance to do it. But right now, the work I do often requires quite a bit of immersion into all things COVID-19, coronavirus and pandemic. It is understandable. Many clients want timely posts on these topics and guess who they want to write those posts for them?
So I am surfing about all day, every day, reading social media, other bloggers' posts, official government edicts, scientific research, breaking news and so on and so forth.
Thus far, this has been alternately uplifting and disheartening.
The uplifting stuff. :-)
One thing I am absolutely learning that is very uplifting indeed is that we each have a way to contribute.
For example, today I read a post on our community forums about people who are putting their holiday lights back up as a way to cheer everyone up. So sweet! (This also handily explains my sudden need for hanging multiple battery-operated light strings absolutely everywhere inside our tiny casa. Very cheery indeed.)
I have read about people who are volunteering to deliver meals and groceries to people who shouldn't be going out at all. I've been delighted to learn how many people are banding together to support local businesses and gig economy workers who are suddenly jobless and scared as our mayor closes down so many public spaces to contain the threat.
And I have seen some of the funniest posts and cartoons on Instagram - seriously happy dopamine hits free for the enjoying. And I've done my best to return the favor (free happys courtesy of a certain set of feathers and two precious shells - get yours here).
The not-so-uplifting stuff. :-(
One thing I am learning equally that is exceptionally disheartening is that not all of us are choosing to make our contributions.
Or perhaps I should say the way some of us are choosing to contribute is a real downer - an honest-to-goodness effort to make sure their own fears have plenty of unhappy company.