These are uncertain times. Strange things are happening in our day to day lives. Sometimes it feels like strange things are happening to the usually civilised nature of the community. The concern over the illness in question is almost less than the concern over potential isolation – preventative measures loom larger than the real deal.
These are confusing times. As an inveterate list-maker, planner and organiser, it is unusual for me not to have a clear picture of how things in the next weeks and months will progress. While that is very unsettling (there are times when it is certainly frustrating), strangely, there is also a tiny sense of liberation, or enforced irresponsibility, in having to make the best decision one can make on any given day and then letting it go.
I feel up in the air. I am sure that could be said for almost everyone. With us all floating a little aimlessly, we lack the grounding that usually keeps us safe, and sensible. We have lost the security of knowing that tomorrow will proceed as expected. Things are changing so quickly it can be hard to adjust. We are dislocated.
Keeping our head is key. I am finding phone, email, text contact with special people, especially across distance, increasingly important. I guess they are the people to whom we turn when we feel uncertain, confused and up in the air. They are the people that keep us who we are. They are the people who reflect us back to ourselves and remind us that we are still as we were before ‘all this’.
I am in the café writing, as is my usual modus operandi. I have been to the post office to check the mail, picked up the dry cleaning and dropped some works at the framer. It is a deliberately normal morning during the most un-normal of times. I am using routine to keep a lid on those feelings that can derail.
Perhaps another coffee would be a good thing.