I’ve had covid twice now.
The first time was brutal.
The second time was distinctly unpleasant, but bearable
The first time was in early March 2020, and I was blissfully unaware of the complete nastiness of the beast, and so utterly sick, just breathing in and out took up all my attention. Recovery took months, but it eventually happened.
The second time in early January 2021, how could anyone not know all the gruesome details of covids potential destruction. So the stress of waiting to get well took a enormous bite out of my peace of mind. But hey, it didn’t turn on me and I got through it. So if anxiety is all I have to complain about, I am so lucky.
Yesterday I had the first dose of my vaccine, and yes I feel like crap and my arm, it hurts.
So what do I not care about? The origins of covid.
- Who was involved?
- What happened?
- When did it happen?
- Where did it happen?
- Why did it happen?
- How did it happen?
I just don’t care. Really why does it matter? Why make it about politics, religion, globalism, etc. etc.
Why the need to place blame? What does it accomplish? Will it change things?
What I do care about is how we can get on with the art of living along side of this little beastie who now has serious part to play in the daily decisions of the entire world. There is no place to run. No place to hide.
So, are we going to drive ourselves farther apart when we need each other most?
Sadly, if I wanted to gander a guess, I would say yes.
But I also want to add, I’m okay if you disagree with me.
Perhaps that’s a start, but so very old fashioned to say, let’s agree to disagree.
And if I am very honest with myself, easier said than done.
But darn it! I intend to at least try. And would be tickled pink if you did too.
Let’s flatten the curve of incivility one tongue biting or finger folding at a time.
And now I feel the need to say, Huzzah! Just because I can.
Blessings to you and yours,