I've been absent for far too long. Not just from blogging, but it seems sometimes, from life. Like so many people, with each ripple effect of Covid, my morale ebbs further out of reach and with it, my motivation. A general malaise rides the current, at times threatening to draw all optimism under. I've been diligent in following rules and have led an insular life, my husband and my two pups pretty much my sole companions. They are also my soul compadres, which makes me incredibly fortunate.
I always
thought that I would enjoy a quiet life. The concept of moving to one of the
smaller islands and cloistering away from the larger world seemed serene and
ideal. But the appeal of some quiet time is an entirely different thing than
day in and day out of staid sameness. It seems interaction is not an optional
component of life for me, but a necessity. I'm craving it. I want to be with
friends and laugh. I want to sit in a park and watch children playing and teens
hanging out. I even want to be bumped and banged and irritated in a busy mall.
I want it all—the whole busy crazy mashup of humanity colliding.
I remind
myself constantly about how very lucky I am. I am secure. I am loved. I am not
mourning personal loss. These are gifts that an unfathomable number of people
cannot claim. However, there is an emotional toll for all of us and the tension
these days is both dissipating and swelling. A return to normal, albeit an
altered one, is just around the bend…yet still out of sight. The heart buoys at
the thought and sinks at the wait. Perhaps, because waiting is all we have been
doing. And doing is what keeps our
spirit up. That and people. People. People. People.
Anyone for
a group hug when this is over?
