I
have always loved to read but I think now, in this unprecedented time, I find
more comfort in reading than I ever have before. I’m sure it is primarily
escapism. Many things are comforting, music, nature, talking to family,
exercise, my sweet dog, meditation. But I always have access to books. I have
read or listened to over fifty books since the beginning of lockdown. Often
reading two at a time, while listening to another. A little obsessive, I know.
But I’m giving myself permission. It’s helping to get me through. For my
husband, who also reads, it’s watching the same movies over and over again. Something
familiar. Safe.
We
don’t really talk about it, but that’s what it is. Everything else seems to be
the unknown. When will this be over? Will I get sick? If I do, would I survive?
Seeing the faces of my loved ones. Hugging them. Holding them and not letting
go. Travel. Seeing my friends. Dinner with them. Normalcy.
I
remind myself everyday how lucky we are. So many aren’t. So many have lost
their loved ones. So many on the front lines. Working, working, working to make
it better. I do what I can to help. It will never be enough.
I try
not complain. So I read. It helps. Find what helps. It’s going to get better.
Sending
Love and Peace and Comfort to you.
