This year has been a roller coaster of a ride for me, as for many of us. When Covid struck and violently shut the world down, I felt an undeniable feeling of fear.
Watching the news only exaggerated the unknown that seemed to build day by day. Surely, I was scared to get the virus, but I was also deeply frightened for my family and friends. The grim news of people dying, people on ventilators, people without work or homes, weighed on me mightily. My feelings are nothing new but worthy of sharing as we are all in this together.
Initially, I was afraid to see anybody, let alone go to the grocery store. I felt paralyzed by the threat of it for quite some time. While I felt safe and grateful in the little bubble of my home, with my children and my husband close, following protocol, and staying away from everyone, I still knew that the virus did not discriminate.
The months passed in a strange, monotonous whirl, and before I knew it, it was mid-summer. Restaurants and business opened, friends gathered, and we all exhaled a bit, even though nothing made much sense. I saw friends, all the while being mindful of getting tested repeatedly.