Necessary social distancing and isolation has gifted me time. Released from weekly obligations I spend more time exploring new paths, connecting with nature, and thinking. I have a sense of calm afforded to few.
I am fortunate. In good health I am not compromised in the least. I’m not alone in a hospital room, or worried that infection could possibly kill me. I didn’t start chemotherapy, separating me even further from family and friends.
My income is not impacted by shutdowns. I am not a healthcare provider or first responder putting my life at risk to help others.
My children are grown so I am not homeschooling restless kids while trying to work remotely. I’m not comforting a disappointed son or daughter who is missing out on a significant milestone like graduation from high school or college.
I am not separated from elderly parents who need my care, or my physical presence to brighten their day. I have not had to think for one second about a loved one dying alone.
But people I know and love are facing one or more of these challenges every single day.
The worse thing that I can say about my personal experience is that I miss my grandkids, my family and the energy of people. I’m one of the lucky ones.
The best I can do is check-in with friends who are struggling and offer some way to lighten their load. Even if it’s just to say . . . I’m thinking of you, I’m here if you need anything.
If you can, if you’ve got the tiniest bit to give, help build our collective capacity for kindness and compassion by reaching out to those who need it most.