Self-Isolation: Week 8

Today was a tough one. It’s interesting to see how my emotions have morphed throughout this whole thing. I was completely overwhelmed with anxiety in the beginning. I didn’t know how this was ever going to end. Then eventually I just accepted that this is the new normal. Life is going to involve wearing masks and staying 6 feet apart and having to do Zoom meetings instead of in-person meetings for a while, among a lot of other things.

Now the hard part is somehow working up the energy to get out of bed in the morning despite other people’s unwillingness to accept this. To somehow move past the fact that we’re putting our health in other people’s hands and a lot of those other people just don’t care. They’re inconvenienced so they don’t do the right thing. They don’t wear a mask. They don’t stay 6 feet apart. They go visit grandparents and other high risk people. They perpetuate the incorrect idea that this is a hoax or try to explain it away. We’re supposed to only worry about what we can control but when that involves people who aren’t going to take your health and well-being into account, it’s pretty much impossible not to worry about it.

This whole thing has really brought out people’s true colors and if I’m totally honest, there’s people I’m not sure I’m going to be in contact anymore once this is all over.

I’m very fortunate to have my job, have my home, and have my health. I’m not a parent stuck indoors with my kids all the time, trying to explain to them why they can’t do certain things. I didn’t lose my job or my business. I don’t have an auto immune disorder or a disability that the pandemic is preventing me from getting treatment for. I can’t imagine what people are going through who are dealing with all that. But for those of us who have an income, who have our health, who have our family’s health, there’s really nothing to be complaining about. People have been through so much worse in history. Those of us who can are being asked to stay inside and not have to do some of the things we enjoy out of service to others. No one is going to die because they can’t go to a concert or the beach or to travel. That’s all going to come back, just not right now.

It seems so simple, do the right thing because you care about other people. It’s something that I’ve struggled with my whole life as people have constantly shown that they don’t care about me by abusing things that disabled people need or treating us like second class citizens. I may not agree with people who like Trump, or are protesting or complaining about the lockdown, but I would still do everything in my power to make sure I’m not putting them at risk for getting sick when I do go out, even when they don’t give that same courtesy to others. The world is being called to care about one another and to help each other on a huge scale. This was an opportunity to shine and instead we’re whining. People in Italy sung on their balconies and made bamboo sticks to hold their prosecco glasses so they could still cheers with their neighbors. They didn’t whine about how oppressed they were. Imagine what people in developing nations are dealing with. Having this virus and zero to few resources to be able to address it.

I can’t force people to care, I wish I could. There’s a lot of good out there right now too so I’m trying to focus more on that. “Some Good News” is still my absolute favorite way to inject some positivity and hope into the day.

I’m going to try to make sure this is the last time I myself whine about the people not doing the right thing. The people who are doing the good things, the right things are the ones who deserve the news coverage and the blog posts. I’ve had so many great conversations with friends and people I maybe wouldn’t have before all this.

Stay safe, be well, educate yourself, and don’t be an asshole.

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