this whole strange twisted time
ben has worked full-time a few weeks of working from home, but then back to the station, because virus or no virus, there is going to be fire that needs to be fought.
i worked from home for most of a month, then worked part-time from my office, and am now back in my office full-time.
one of the many days that ben and i were home together, we were talking about the stages of grief - denial, anger, apathy ... and how it feels like we threw them all together and shook them into some strange cocktail and are forced to drink deeply from the tangled mess each morning ... and then add a chaser of gratitude or sadness or joy or rawness ... and then carry on. .
do the work, write the policy, share the information, have one conference or zoom call and another and another, bounce ideas off one another, say the word “virus” until it feels even more unreal, check in with the kids about where they are at with school assignments, do some housework, some yard work, go for a walk, watch a show ...
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and take another deep drink of the tangled, twisted mess ...
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and then chase that with another moment of gratitude ...
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hang in there, friends. keep going. you are wonderful. .
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and where am i finding strength for this hanging on? ‘not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord Almighty.” {Zechariah 4:6}