This quarantine has left me feeling caught somewhere in the middle.
We all had a life, carefully built “out there.”
We would come home and engage in our other life – here.
Some people are at home all day, but in this day and age (no longer confined to that little house on the prairie) people have all sorts of adventures out and about. Not to mention all the connections through social media that enable us to venture past the fence and share with neighbors all over the place. I don’t think the term “stay-at-home” works anymore.
“Any idiot can face a crisis; it’s this day-to-day living that wears you out.” ―
Now, during the pandemic quarantine, like you, I am trapped at home (one of my lives) while trying to manage my other life remotely. This is like living in a vast empty space somewhere between. I’m not sure what the rules are while occupying this new territory? Remember, I live alone.
- Do I have to wear pants all day long?
- What time are meals served?
- When do I have to go to bed or get up?
- Can I leave the front door open all day? The sounds of the neighbor children are delightful!
- What kind of value does a daily To Do List provide? Where did I leave my list?
- I’m paying how much a month for all this crap on TV?
- I’m paying how much a month for an internet connection that goes on and off all day long?
- What kind of strategy is best when venturing out of the house, being friendly but keeping my distance?
“We started off trying to set up a small anarchist community, but people wouldn’t obey the rules.” ―
When you’re stuck in the middle like this it’s an opportunity to take a gander at what life was really like, back before the crisis that put you here in the first place.
Now, why was I holding all those meetings? To read through a list of items that could have been emailed to everyone? Or was it to create an opportunity for social contact and community? Realize that opportunities are often missed.
Why was I spending so much time here at home in front of the TV or computer screen during my former life? Do I really have a cell phone addiction? I thought that was only teenagers? Sure the weather doesn’t always cooperate and the traffic is going to soon get awful again, but there is a different kind of liberation out there. There’s also a kind of incarceration in here.
What was so important that I stayed up all night thinking about over and over again? What did I rehearse in those email drafts? Who was I talking about behind their backs? What parts of my day in and day out did I take for granted, parts of living that I can’t imagine being gone – like my children, my friends, my trips to Starbucks and even getting my haircut?
Trying to live in the middle with all the confusing rules – for just a month, or two or three is nothing compared to, say the Siege of Leningrad (872 days, 1941-1944!). But, maybe it’s enough time to help us all reflect a little and approach the reopening of life differently in some ways:
- Maybe we can talk to each other less automatically and pay more care to what we say and don’t say. That paperwork is always going to be there.
- What about leaving the house more (those screens!) and moving about?
- All those taken-for-granted people in our lives – service industry, healthcare, public safety, grocery store employees, etc. What about saying thank you more often and treating people differently?
- How about those connections to your extended family wherever they are – what about doing something more often to reinforce those bonds? A phone call, text, video chat, letter, card, something regular that keeps hearts pumping.
No, we aren’t going to be the same people, neighbors, cities, nations or world that we were before. But what if you and I made some intentional choices about who we were going to be once the crisis ended?
“The beginning is always today.” ―