Humaning is hard, it takes a lot of time, effort, and energy away from the things we would rather be doing to love ourselves. Feelings make humaning harder. We have them, often we assign the reason we have them to some outside source, and we keep pushing on to prove that we are stronger than the pressure.

Some days are good, and some days are less so, but this process has been in the collective nervous system since the beginning of time, our stories may be unique, the faces may change, and the wheel may turn, but the fact that we will be exposed to the richest emotional experience is called being alive.

Since the pandemic began, I have been pretty ardent in not wearing a mask outside, maintaining social distancing, and not attending big gatherings of people indoors. while testing SO OFTEN the testing center knows me by name.

Like a lot of people, I have made few exceptions for the people I am closest to, and usually spent a couple of days in quarantine before that happens.

I have also been looking at the moment by moment reflections for myself about my safety and if I felt like I needed to not be somewhere, I would get up and leave without a second thought.

I have navigated this pandemic to the best of my ability, and I was doing SO well. I went to Thailand, Bali, Mexico, Costa Rica, New York, Idaho, Utah, Washington, and California with not even a scare… I did get dengue fever in Bali and met my death (what do we say to the God of Death?…) but that was not Covid, and it made me a little more aware of the things I can’t see (covid, mosquitos, etc).

It all begins with an idea.

It all begins with an idea.