I wasn’t made for a pandemic.
I’m not made for social distancing.
I’m not at all good at not hugging.
I can’t handle not seeing my grandparents and not letting my kids love all up on ‘em.
I don’t like that everyone is at a different level of virus concern.
I’m baffled by all the conflicting and circulatioing news articles and “expert” guidance.
I’m an unintentional hypocrite at times when it comes to my choices in a corona world.
I’m lost about what the best decisions are regarding
sending my kids back to brick and mortar school,
gathering for the holidays,
allowing my kid to attend a mask-required, socially distanced, outside birthday party,
eating at outdoor restaurants,
going anywhere where the perhaps asymptomatic general public might be.
I’m not just looking out for my family’s physical health, but also our mental and emotional well-being.
By nature, humans — at least me and mine — we are social, touchy, gregarious, adventure-seeking and loving beings and we just want the world to be the welcoming and exciting place it always has been and not this new scary, anxiety-provoking one it has become.
I don’t know if I’m making any right decisions, I just know that everyday I have to make decisions and I’m doing the gosh darn best I can with the information I have and the intuition in my heart, and I think that’s all any of us can do.