I have 100% been wallowing in this new surge. I guess I just thought we were largely done. The 2021-2022 school year was a promise of normalcy (or near-normalcy). I was hoping to make friends, host and go to gatherings, and generally live like humans did in 2019.
(NOT that I was always jubilantly happy in 2019.)
But we are here. This is life. I have to accept where we are and continue. One hour, then another. Focusing on how this was preventable (probably) is not helpful. Feeling angry towards those who chose not to get vaccines is not helpful. Internal woe-is-me rants are not helpful.
Instead, I will try to remember that — pandemic or not — this is my one and only chance at life. I will never be a 41 year old again. I will never have 3 children ages 3, 7, and 9 again. I will never enter my current career stage again. This is it!
I will work very hard to stop fearfully reading the news (back to 9 pm CNN checking – WTF, that was so March 2020!?)
I will find things to appreciate in each day
I will work hard to bring focus to each thing I am doing
I will not think too hard about what the future may or may not look like
I will give my attention and presence to my family members, to my friends, to my patients
I will find projects to keep me excited and interested
I will put one foot in front of the other
Off for a run. I am grateful to be here today.