This is my families third or fourth run in with COVID, and just like last time it pulled a fast one.
Yearning for opportunities, denial slides in quickly disguising itself as clever excuses because selfishly you’ve been waiting for months for this week.
But alas, you can’t hide forever and another year another vacation used for sick leave. Beginning to wonder if I even deserve such things as breaks, travel, and sunshine.
COVID is the same but different everytime. This time felt so much like seasonal allergies, but with the signature trade mark of squashing your lung capacity and mushing your mind.
I don’t even live a risky lifestyle of parties, travels and visitors. It’s just work school and grocery stores. I keep in my lane, I give my space, I use the hand sanitizer, but it finds me. It finds me. Maybe I should just let loose – ha, I’m too much of an introverted rule follower to allow that panic to take home.
Anyways, back to worrying about the unknown future health ramifications and trying to figure out how to enjoy what is
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