Today marks my family’s one-year anniversary with the pandemic, and I’m in search of my pandemic do-over. On March 12, 2021, we went on our personal lock-down, particularly when we heard (unfounded) rumors that bridges and tunnels were going to be shut down in Manhattan. Visions of a dystopia crowded our minds and we went into near panic mode. A dear friend of mine – KeeperOfTheFruitLoops (who’s much funnier than I am) — said a year ago “This is my first pandemic. I don’t know how to do this! I’m just learning!”
Well, been there done that.
I readily acknowledge that I’m coming from a point of privilege in that I had the ability to home school my kids and not fear that we would go hungry or homeless. That is a tremendous luxury in a time and place where most people are suffering. We have had our share of stresses — around show business (which has utterly evaporated); my mid-life crisis (wondering what the hell I’m doing with my life, but finding a new path and loving it) and my small fashion start-up (it’s growing…but just).
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Though I’m complaining, here, I am giving myself grace. We should all give ourselves a pass. To survive this year is all that matters. It’s not about comparing ourselves to those who thrived and found their greater selves.