Mood on Monday, When This Is Over

Thoughts

 
Awareness of the outside world. Encyclopedia Britannica: Apollo 11 landing from PDI to Touchdown. YouTube. The historic video and audio with subtitles and explanatory captions. Chokes me up every time, “We copy you down …”
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Another one to read in five years.

I think a small part of me held tight to the belief that someday this would all be gone. Yes, there would be pain and horror and exhaustion. Then …

… one day …

… poof …

… it would be 2019 again.

I would have my old life back.

I would pick up where I left off. Swim. Dance class. Horse shows. Whine about horse shows.

That’s not going to happen is it? We are never going back.

When the status has found the new quo, some parts of life will be similar; some parts will be unrecognizable.

You can’t – as a person, as a nation, as a society – go through a shitstorm of this magnitude and not come out the other side fundamentally changed.

What will social occasions look like? Exercise? Travel? On a larger scale, what will health care look like? Politics? Education?

No one knows.

Could be worse. Could be better. Could be a giant step sideways.

I can tell you one thing, it’s not going to look like 2019.

Stay safe. Stay sane,
Katherine Walcott

Categories: Horses

6 replies »

  1. True. What lessons will we learn?

    From my reactions to the stay-at-home life, I have learned a lot about myself, my friends and my way of life.

    Most of it feels good but I’ve been withdrawing from hectic anyway. The extra time to think has been a boon.

    YMMV.

  2. I think this reality is hitting harder and harder every day, and it makes me want to scream and cry.

    • This reality is beginning to seem more and more unreal. I yell at my service dog when she doesn’t deserve it, and I cry all the time. 100 people died of covid-19 yesterday.

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