Fear Pandemic

I was at yoga on Tuesday and the teacher gave this whole mini-speech about what the studio was doing extra to keep clean.  She advised us that we might want to get our own props if germs were something of concern to us, and she reminded us to stay home if we were sick.

After class, my yoga friend Chelsea came over to chat.  What I heard her say was, “We’re all gonna die and I’m super-scared and you should be too!”

And what I said was, “I’m doing a lot of hand-washing while singing happy birthday.”

And she was pissed.  She did not like that I was not upset and scared, or not upset and scared enough, for her liking.

What she didn’t seem to understand is — I can’t afford to get upset and scared.  If I let myself get upset and scared I might as well die now.  And I’m not too scared of death, but that doesn’t mean I‘m interested in shortening my life.  Or shortening my good time.

I don’t want to live upset and scared.  I want to live empowered, faithful, and smart.  So yeah, we’re stay-cationing for spring break.  We’re gonna binge book buy and spend time outdoors.  

I’m gonna skip the indoor stuff because I’m a kidder and you can’t kid me:  I’m a face-toucher.  I’m gonna touch my face before I wash my hands, even if I’m washing my hands what seems like All The Time.

It’s a good time to get cozy.  A good time to develop that home yoga practice, find a new podcast, cook.

It’s a good time to de-clutter, to schedule phone and video chat dates, to play cards.  It’s a good time to learn to knit.  To get the recipe for that vegan chili and make it.  To meditate.  To play the tambourine.

It’s a bad time to worry.  It’s always a bad time to worry, for me.  It weakens my immune system and makes the days I have left, however many there are, way less pleasant for me.  And, even with everything going on, everything, all of it, today could be a good day, and I’m open to that.  I’m gonna keep going. 

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