The world is upside down these days. You’ve probably noticed things are… quiet. People are keeping their distance. And maybe, like me, you’ve quit taking the bus and leaving your house and have moved your office into your dining room. It’s all very dramatic, but necessary. We’re stopping the spread and flattening the curve, making the moves necessary to keep our population healthy and alive. There’s a virus ripping through countries like wildfire, and, because there is no vaccine, the best we can do is give each other a wide berth.
I love emergencies. If you know me, you know this. I do my best work when the pressure is on (that’s how diamonds are made, am i right?). Chaos gives me control. I run towards car wrecks, and house fires, and even if it makes me squeamish I’ll be the one applying pressure to any wound. Recently, I watched a YouTube video on the most effective way to tie a tourniquet and it’s been the most exciting thing I’ve learned in the last decade.
When it comes to post-apocalyptic situations, there are two kinds of people: those who want to survive and those that beg for a pillow over the face (or, so they think). I’ve always fallen into the survival camp. I honestly love the idea of rebuilding society post-global-crisis. And I think I’ve got the skills and materials necessary for success–I know how to fish, I will eat just about anything, and I have a case of water in my closet.
I think I would prefer a life where my biggest problem is how to survive over a life filled with problems like does my boss hate me? and obsessing over how my favourite jeans no longer fit or why a boy is compelled to treat me like garbage.
So yes, I know, it will get worse before it gets better. And I can’t wait.
Don’t get it twisted–I’m terrified.
And I am not about the drama associated with this whole pandemic thing. The way social influencers are using it to gain clout is pissing me off and I’ve seen sooooooooo many saccharine we’re-all-in-this-together tweets that drip of insincerity (because it’s like if we’re all in this together then why haven’t any of you bothered to reach out in a personal way versus just using your social platform to perform care and boost your own ego? I hate the internet. But I digress.)
Now is probably a good time to lean in to community, whatever that looks like for you (even if that community is an online circle jerk of social influencers). This could be FaceTiming pals, or delivering groceries to vulnerable folks, or sitting on your couch watching as many episodes of Lost possible before you have to go back to work on Monday. I don’t know. I only know what is working for me. I’m not here to tell you how to isolate. I don’t know what it’s like to be trapped in a one-bedroom apartment with a partner or scrambling to find two-weeks-worth of activities for a toddler.
I do know that watching TV and eating snacks keeps me calm. And I’m confident that I’ll make it through this–whatever this is. I can pivot. I can adapt. I can survive. And probably you can too.
Stay healthy, readers.