Last week my post focused quite honestly on the guilt I felt being able to stay home while others were not only on the front lines, but are being affected in other ways much more so than I am. This week, I would like to first say THANK YOU to our medical professionals, grocers, truckers and all other essential workers doing their best to serve and protect. I appreciate everything you’re doing so I can remain safe at home.
As I mentioned last week, the governor’s announcement indeed sparked much controversy and debate among Michiganders and likely those elsewhere as well. Our state seems to divide at a time when it seems unity would serve us well.
I tend to abstain from political discussions outside of mine and my family’s homes - that’s just me. I don’t know the political affiliations of many of those I consider some of my best friends. We are individuals with our own thoughts and feelings and if it’s not affecting our relationship, it really makes no difference to me. But amidst a global pandemic, it’s virtually impossible to ignore the media and the political climate, particularly in an election year. I think everyone can agree that safety is of the utmost priority. We don’t want to become ill, or watch our loved ones suffer. The differences of opinion probably stem from competing sources of information and differing viewpoints on the extent of measures required to keep people safe.
Each person brings a unique perspective to any situation. We do not all have to share the same opinion. I tend to assume someone has more information than I do and I try to keep an open mind. I think it’s important to listen to one another’s points and try to understand why they feel the way they do, and even see if any of their arguments change how you feel. In a time when our children are watching more than ever (because they have nowhere else to go!)- let’s use this opportunity to teach them about respectful discussions and debate. Whether you agree or disagree with the leadership’s actions regarding the pandemic, your neighbor’s choice of fencing, or your best friend’s favorite ice cream, you can still be respectful. In a world where you can be anything, be kind.
Honestly I’ve found writing to be very therapeutic. With my mind swirling, and climbing anxiety, it calms me to get it all out. Maybe it’s because it’s something I can control. When something’s really on my mind, it’s hard to focus on anything else until I get it all down. So if you’re looking for an outlet and haven’t tried it- maybe journaling would help. Thanks for hanging in there with me.
Weekly Notes
My vacuum broke. In quarantine, where kids are snacking on chips, cereal and pretzels nonstop. And we no longer have a dog trolling the floors for her next meal. This hand sweeping shit is for the birds y’all. Thankfully vacuums are somewhat of a mid-level priority for Amazon and a new one should arrive this week. We’re trying out a robot, and I’ll be sure to update curious minds.
Anyone else going through a lot of beer/alcohol? I’m not sure I’d call it a coping mechanism so much as I’d call it conservation of milk, but we’re downing a lot more Coors Light than we’re used to. I may have to actually take cans back when this is over. I’ll just add it to the pile of cans from my Dad’s 60th birthday celebration 18+ months ago. Don’t judge.
I haven’t gotten Jon to recreate any of the mustache pictures we’ve come across, but don’t lose hope. We did try the koala challenge however. If you need a laugh that doubles as exercise for you ladies, google it and try it. I’m still sore 3 days later. I attached a couple screen captures of the video. The real accomplishment was that I still got this close to him with that terrible mustache. This will go down in quarantine capsule history and may even be commemorated on a gallery wall in the future, who knows.
