A sudden shift

I haven’t written in over a year! A year ago the urge to sit down, write and share my thoughts were gradually disappearing. I truly believe I was busy living the life I had set up for myself. Three years before that, I needed to discover who I was at this specific point in my life. Gradually what I had written down and expressed through words became a reality. I started living my words! The need to sit and write wasn’t there. More experiences needed to occur before I had more to write. In the meantime, I was grateful, content, established and was having new experiences. My clothes even changed to fit my comfort level and my hair has become more sassy. I’ve been able to refrain from leading a boring life. I’m so proud of myself for knowing what makes me grateful isn’t what makes someone else happy. This has taken action and effort!

A month ago my hopes were to travel as far as I could before my body physically was too worn out and tired. Who would I have these traveling experiences with? Where would we go? The sooner we could go, the better! Traveling can be part of my sass, excitement and the stories I will have as I get older. But then there’s the practical, routine oriented part of me. Several tourist traps around the world are probably as adventurous as I’ll ever get! I appreciate being well rested, comfortable and for the most part knowing what I’m eating. I also enjoy being healthy. I see why people “glamp!” They have  their own sheets, no planes, very few germs from their daily lives at home. But life 2 months ago, I was willing to risk flights and hotel rooms despite the fact they weren’t clean. We get one chance to see the world. This maybe apart of my life in the near or distant future. I don’t know, politicians and the media also don’t know.

The world the past week and a half has been incredibly difficult. I don’t want my loved ones to be harmed, I don’t want a terrible economy. I want all of my friends and acquaintances to be okay and have their amazing travel plans and get togethers. I continued to stay glued to the media and research a pandemic and watch the “numbers.” I began to realize what my Grandma’s felt like when they had brothers and husbands go off to war and their parents felt like at the beginning of the depression. I felt distracted and had a fluttery stomach. My generation has been very lucky to a few of these instances.

Compassion, citizens trying to help was great to see. I also began to notice families and friends connecting in ways they hadn’t done in months or years. It popped into my head that sometimes things have to get really terrible before they get better. March madness, concerts, vacations are our major concerns? We’re not that shallow. We may act like we are but we’re not. Spending time with the people you love, health, compassion,  nature and apparently good hygiene have topped the list this week. Wild life is starting to come alive in the canals of Venice, Italy. Air pollution has decreased in China which is currently saving lives. Mother Nature and God have a bigger plan than what we have setup. It’s sad and stressful but out of our hands. These 2 forces are bigger than our plans, scientists plans or politicians plans. That concept should feel scary but truthfully it’s an overwhelming sense of relief. Maybe global warming will decrease, maybe a better health care system will occur, maybe new innovative jobs will occur, and maybe technology, physical health and human connection will live in unity. But we are absolutely being slapped on the wrist!