I had plans for 2020. Big ones. Probably you did too.
Jesus...
Yesterday I walked diagonal across the street to what used to be our bus stop (because God knows when we’ll see those again). I stood there for a moment in the early morning rain, grieving the memory of five months prior when I received the text that schools would be closing for two weeks.
That was March. They never reopened.
This is August. They still aren’t open.
These days I seem to live on a razor’s edge between faint hope and utter despair, and I’m slowly realizing that simple daily actions often determine which of those two win the day.
Move the body - find ways to exercise
Fuel the body - eat stuff from the ground instead of shit from a lab; also sleep - there's no substitute on earth for good sleep
Quiet the mind - create moments of quiet, stillness
State the belief - what am I believing in this moment?
And for Christ’s sake, avoid any and all media so help me God.
I’m not kidding. There is a DIRECT correlation between media exposure and stress hormones. In fact, a headline - regardless of its accuracy - is absolutely intended to spike cortisol (fear). Fear sells. Fear gets clicks. Fear keeps you coming back.
Faint hope. I’ll take that.
Keep going, friends. Keep moving.
