Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on adjust.
Go.
So, we're all doing it, adjusting, but how are we all doing?
It's a new normal, but does any of it feel normal?
We're trying to find the good and decent in this. We're trying to stay strong, positive, supportive, loving, kind, but we keep having to pivot and realign.
We're adding homeschool teacher to our resumes.
We're finding ways to all live and work and play and settle into our homes.
We're finding ways to help support small businesses and nonprofits and still keep each other safe and protected.
We're finding things to do and new ways to be.
We're walking more, our pets are in heaven.
We're eating together.
We're less addicted to schedules and have tos, there is nothing that is more important than the world we created.
We're connecting through technology.
We're laughing at how we're all dealing, we're laughing and that says a lot.
We're showing up for each other.
We miss each other.
We are slowing down.
We're sleeping in.
Jammies are the new black.
Rum and wine have become my love language.
We're still working out because our gyms are incredible!
We're talking, a lot. The kids are nonstop chatter, they cannot get enough of us and really show off during video calls.
We're also worried. We're worried about the other side of it, who will be ok, who we will lose (in more ways than one).
We might be losing sleep at times.
We're learning a lot from the experts that are on the ground researching this and pouring their lives into solving this for us.
We're ordering in, weekly.
At times like these, what I see are that people, good people adjusting and showing up. People are remembering what is important. People, good people adjusting and making the right things a priority. People, good people adjusting their lives to find normalcy and calm in the middle of the biggest storm the world has ever faced.
Stay strong, keep doing what we're doing, stay in, stay home, wash up, love always.
Stop.
I'm pivoting and spinning;
whose ball, are we at bat?
What quarter, no, what inning,
and did you feed the cat?
I'm gyrating, now rocking out,
and playing air guitar,
an overture, I do not doubt
to what might be a war.
Or perhaps it is a peace,
we're made for times like this,
for fighting and for sweet release
(pardon me, I need to p***);
now back again, and where was I..?
oh, spinning, spinning through the sky.