Are you feeling tired, too? It is taxing to figure out all the new details of our new normal. I feel like a tortoise just beginning to stick its head out from its shell after a long spell of hibernation. I am also locomoting at tortoise pace. Like me, other friends have noticed feeling tired. Though it might just be that the whole world is feeling tired. It’s been a pretty stressy few months.
It takes energy and imagination to re-vision how you are going to work while taking into consideration that your very breath – an explosive laugh, a sneeze, a cough, a sung note – could fell a healthy person into a clearcut forest. A lot of folk still not cannot get their heads around that they could wreck that kind of devastation when they don’t feel sick at all. But they can. And they still do.
I realise that it is easier for introverts to stay away and stay in, especially when they have beautiful scenery to look out onto and a garden to sit in for carefully placed socially distanced tea parties. But it also takes energy and imagination for introverts who earned most of their income from freelance teaching to figure out if they have any career mileage left. Because I love my 70 year old husband and am taking no chances with exposing myself, and therefore, himself, to havocking pathogens. This week, I have had many light bulb moments, some really inspiring zoom meetings and telephone conversations, and some typing time working on proposals, chiselling out what might just be my new normal working life.
It is exciting, but also very, very tiring. I needed a Sunday lie in.
It can be really tiring creating a New Normal. How is your’s looking? Feeling edgy? A bit like a cliff hanger in a serial?
Precipice Worlds are always vanishing. They become collectables plundered in corners of junk shops, or thrifted, or dusted off found things in granny's attic after she has died. Some worlds come out for a day to be celebrated or elevated to heritage status. But this is just some other version we tell ourselves at bedtime to send us to sleep. Worlds are always in the making, brick by brick, then the mortaring in. Some fear, some love, some hope converges, the sum of your faith filling in what is a life. How a cliff edge and the cleft in your chin are fear and love and hope that it all will not cave in, stay - edgy, sharp, beyond the vanishing point. Copyright © Bee Smith, 2020. All rights reserved.