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This is our chance to be human again.
Our shared isolation can remind us of who we really are.
“Maybe I’ll sit outside and sing.”
“My hubby and I are going for a nice long drive. No destination — just to be out together.”
“I’m taking an online dance class! I haven’t taken a dance class in years.”
“I get up and do yoga before I work from home, and then I stop for a real lunch.”
“It’s like I’m remembering who I am.”
These are things that my friends have said just in the past few days of social distancing. Who could have predicted two months ago that this would be what we talked about, maybe for the foreseeable future?
I noticed this week that remembering who I am includes generosity. I’m pretty sure that I won’t have any solid income for the next few weeks since my usual clients may not have income themselves, freelance gigs might be harder to come by, and no one knows what day it is anyway. I could freak out and panic like I’ve done so many other times before and dig deep to come up with something to earn some money. But we’re all in this same leaky boat now. Panic won’t change anything. Digging deep feels like unnecessary effort. At the end of whatever tantrum I might throw, I’ll still be here with all…
