Perspective

It’s a strange world we live in right now. That’s an understatement, I know. If you are anything like me your emotions shift from fear, to anger, to ennui (one of my favorite words in the universe by the way), to resolve. I read that during a pandemic such as the one we find ourselves in that it is helpful to keep a diary because hopefully we will never find ourselves in this situation again. I’m going to try to do that while I also work remotely, continue my graduate classes remotely, and finish the rewrites on my novel, Ghost of a Chance.

One of the great things about being a writer is that I am used to spending time alone with my thoughts. And another great thing about being a writer (and an actor) is that I have a phenomenal imagination. Which, my husband has so delicately reminded me, is what usually sends me spinning out of control during these uncertain times. Every cough, scratchy throat, or stuffy nose sends me into a self-diagnosis frenzy. Do I have it? No, don’t be ridiculous! But what if I do? Do I have a fever? No. Do I feel sick? No! You get the idea.

Please note, I’m not making light of this situation. I have a mother who is in her 80s with her own medical issues. I have friends who suffer from auto-immune diseases. Others who are battling cancer and all manner of ailments. In reality, I’m one of the lucky ones. Both me and my husband, while on the edge of the age bracket that is more susceptible, are in relatively good health. Plus we live in a rural area–not a congested city. So, more often than not I find myself worrying about my loved ones. I bet you are too.

So, as we travel this new path that has been laid out for us let’s work at keeping perspective. Take a deep breath and enjoy the little things–spring is here and new life is beginning! Temper your intake of the news and being informed with listening to music, or watching a great movie, or READING A BOOK. Take a walk if you can–it does wonders for the soul–even if it is only to the end of your driveway or block (not forgetting social distancing). Remember to smile when you can and especially to laugh whenever possible! Nothing feels better than a good belly laugh, even now. Finally, remember to reach out to each other. Call. Email. Wave to your neighbor across the road. Heck, last night the husband and I had a virtual cocktail hour with friends on Face Time. That did more for my mental health than you can imagine. We need to remind ourselves that we aren’t alone in facing this–we are all one regardless of our political leanings, religion, race, creed, or sexual orientation. And we can do this–together. So, hunker down and wash your hands!

Love, Nikki