Today I am tired. Tired of everyone’s shit. Tired of the annoying drivers on the road. Tired of bills. Tired of work. REALLY tired of homework and professors. Tired of quarantine. Tired of everyone being sick. Tired of worrying. Tired of fear. I want some sense of normalcy back, and I’m sure I am not the only one who is feeling this way.
I have organized things in my house. I have cleaned. I have taken naps. I have prayed ( like a lot). I have read books, and done homework, and video chatted my friends and ordered board games to play with my husband, and baked a cake. I miss life. I miss going to Hobby Lobby. I miss buying a new shirt. I miss going to the grocery store and not wondering if I will actually be able to get a loaf of bread and not having to hope I can order dog food online.
The idea that this whole time we are living in will be in history books is crazy to me. Our children’s children will read about the COVID-19 Pandemic of 2020. They will ask us about it and what it was like. What will we tell them? That we cared more for politics than for each other? Or will we tell them what it taught us? To live life to the fullest every day. To love with everything you have. To appreciate the sunshine and fresh air. To not take anything for grant it even those things you usually get frustrated with, going to the grocery store and running errands, a hug or a handshake, your job, and your schooling. But most importantly, your family, your real family. In my case, my husband, my parents, and all my friends that I love so dearly.
The people of this world need to heal-but not just from COVID-19.