End of the first full week.
I’ve never thought of myself as a writer. It’s not that I didn’t think there was anything for me to say; it’s just that, by nature, I’m quiet. I think of myself as more of an observer and as someone who prefers to listen and learn from others. And, I wasn’t sure that what I had to say was actually relevant. The fact that I’m now writing a blog on my new website is sort of mind-blowing. So here are some random thoughts that come to mind. Everything shifted on Friday, March 13th. It was palpable. People were suddenly taking this thing very seriously and the quarantining (was that even a word before COVID-19?) really kicked into high gear. As an empath, I felt that shift in my bones. I wondered what it meant. I think about the future of our country and the future of our world. I think about the strange new reality of spending time with my closest people over some type of screen. I think about the fear of going for a hike and then wondering if there is a virus on my shoes, my leggings, my top, my hair. It is now Sunday, the end of the first full week since living during a pandemic truly began. And I think of the politics…and I get angry.