At a loss for words.
During this global crisis, my energy has been up and down. I have frequently mentioned the “Coronacoaster” that has become my life. In the midst of the health crisis, we are now being faced with an equally virulent social crisis here in the USA.
My feelings are complex and I don’t even understand them myself. Rarely am I at a loss for words, but today is one of those rare days.
I see no point in posting anything specific about what’s happening around me today in the Chicago area. Others are reporting on it with so much frequency that I can’t keep up. Nor do I see any point in expressing my personal opinions. Those who know me know how I feel about most things and can likely extrapolate a fairly accurate assessment of how I’m feeling now based on their experiences of how I have dealt with things in the past.
Here’s a bit of a preamble to what is likely to come on my personal Facebook page and here in this blog over the next few days – nothing different than what you have come to see in the past. I will still post my daily gratitude (my Facebook friends understand that reference). I will post photos of food and cocktails on Instagram, Twitter, and Facebook as I have always done. Nothing will change because (1) I need a sense of repetition and normalcy and (2) I believe others need to see something that isn’t about current issues. Here I will continue to chronicle my personal journey without an assessment of what’s happening in the world.
No, I am not ignoring anything nor am I downplaying the importance of anything. But my own mental health requires that I process things in my own time – privately – and that I not indulge in any kind of public debate about the horrible things unfolding around me. Frankly, 95% of the people who read what I write or are my friends on Facebook are people who agree with me on nearly every major socio-political topic. I would be “preaching to the choir” so to speak and I don’t need to spend my energy doing that.
What I will conclude by saying tonight is that I am exhausted on every possible level.
It’s only Quarantine if it comes from the Quarante province of France. Otherwise, it’s just Sparkling Isolation.