This has been a weird week for me. I am trying to assimilate into a new normal, as we all are.
I am trying to be comfortable outside of my home delivering mail, and yet feel I am walking among virus germs - and being careless.
My goal is to not bring the virus home, and it seems like an impossible task.
My hands are busy all day long.
Touching, touching and touching.
My fingerprints are never wiped clean - for long.
Usually, after the first half an hour or so on the route I relax. I would go crazy otherwise.
I settle into a story with Audible.
I can't imagine the health care workers or anyone in close contact with the public. It has to be even more precarious and nerve-wracking.
There is the pull between doing your job and being responsible and then being irresponsible for doing your job.
And, the services that many are providing need to be done by humans. And, if not I, than who? Who would I want to put in harms way?
I want us all to make it through without tragedy. I want us all to do our best to keep others safe. And, I want to try and understand those who travel; but it is harder for me to. All I see are virus germs coming to our community - and more germs to try and avoid.
The less that are out there moving about, the easier we make for those who have to be outside of their homes.
It seems surreal, and then very real.
I feel the normal we all were used to, will be no more. We can never go back to before. We will all be changed in ways that we can't know today. We don't know who will be with us when it is safe to once again be free to move and gather.
We didn't realize how nice we had it, moving freely without risk.
It is true, you don't know what you have, until it is gone.
I guess I want others to know, that those of us who have to be out, really really appreciate those who stay home. Those who limit their outings to just emergency ones. It really reduces our chances of bringing home the virus.
I can't see my future; for there is way too much unknown, and lots to get through before we are there.
Plans are put on shelves.
We have no timeline that is concrete enough to plan on.
We are fluid.
Present
And grateful for what we have today.
Or, our health today and those we love.
What I think, when my mind slips off to the worst case scenario is, I want this day to be full. No point in bring a disaster before the disaster (if it is to come).
I need to be cautious.
I need to be aware.
Not only of the virus, but of things being okay today.
We have today.
The doom of the virus looms around our lives, and we have to concentrate and practice finding a pleasant normal, in this new normal.
Find a routine and relax our hold on what used to be. It is gone for now. We can find new ways of living with reduced movement.
A friends blog suggested keeping in touch in other ways.
Sending cards and letters would be awesome.
If I have to be out there, I would love to be the carrier of your cards!
Let us help each other through this in the safest most healthy way possible.
Stay home and let the art of letter writing make a comeback.
Then our mailboxes will hold the words of our friends!
