We’re all living like a sequestered jury, except with full access to the media.
It’s as if we’re part of that first colony on Mars, where we spend every day living inside. If we dare to venture outside, we need to gear up, but instead of spacesuits, we put on our home-made masks, gloves and hold our breath every time we get near a living entity.
Yes, welcome to the Stay-At-Home lifestyle of the coronavirus pandemic. This wasn’t on anyone’s radar at the beginning of 2020, but someone pointed out the fact that this year’s New Year’s At the Space Needle had to be canceled and that should have been an omen.
What we do know is that we are living through history. This is the first time around for this killer virus and there’s just a whole lot that we don’t know.
We’ve learned that it’s easily transmittable. It hangs in the air. It lives on surfaces that we touch, then rub our eyes and it’s off to the races heading for our lungs. I’ve heard there are at least 8 strains of the virus and that you can have it but not show symptoms for up to five days. The Governor of Georgia just learned this the other day and asked why no one had told him. If only he had started watching the news back in January. I have to add one other things–to the states who have decided not to implement the “Stay at Home” philosophy, your swimming pools must also have peeing sections. A month from now, you’re going to be so overrun and not be able to figure out how it happened. So sad.
How long will this continue is anyone’s guess. The governments are torn between saying what the worst case syndrome could be and the perfect scenario viewpoint. As with so many things, the truth is usually in-between, but it’s my personal unprofessional prediction that we’re not going to feel comfortable about going outside and being around people again until late July at the earliest. I mean, why would we dare to go back out there and defy it, only to launch another breakout and months of self-quarantining?
I’ve got a game plan and I thought I would share. Ignore parts you don’t like and adopt the ones that work for you, but at least, it’s doing something rather than waiting to be rescued:
- What can I do right now, while locked up, to put myself in a better position for the after-life? (and by that, I mean after the virus retreats)
- Cut things from my monthly spending I really don’t need, especially being locked up at home.
- Explore side job possibilities now, while I don’t need them, just in case.
- Look for opportunities to grow, to learn new things, to make myself even more marketable.
- Not stress about might happen or could happen. That does not help.
I’m a big believer in the philosophy that things happen for a reason. For me, it has always worked out. I’ve lost two jobs at very key points in my lifetime and each time, though far from easy, I ended up better off than I was before.
Its very fair to say I’m a driven person. I figure that, somewhere down the line, when I shut down, BOY, am I gonna shut down. In the meantime, I’m on a mission to achieve, to do, to produce, to generate comedy, to express creativity in as many ways, shapes and forms that I can.
So, with that in mind, you can understand that I’m watching for signs that I’m not losing my edge, or dulling my drive. Yesterday, I realized one of those signs. Oh, you’re probably going to excess drinking and no, I’ve been able to maintain that nicely. What I noticed yesterday was that I went through an entire day without putting on a pair of socks.
You heard me right. I showered–in the morning–and went through my usual workday routine that starts every Monday through Friday at 4am. By 4 in the afternoon, I realized that I had no excuse to wander outside and so, I didn’t put shoes on. Like, right now–I put socks on around 11:30am with the anticipation that at some point today, I’m going to wander outside. Maybe to check the mail, or even to just inhale some of that fresh, northwest, “there’s no traffic to pollute the skies” air.
But, yesterday was a Sunday. I actually got out a pair of socks to put but they never made it to my feet. I even walked out to the mailbox and put something in the outgoing slot, but I did that barefoot. Maybe I’m overreacting but to me, that felt like I was slipping. Like I was just this side of going through an entire day of never showering and wearing pajamas all day. That won’t happen.
Why? Because I’m watching for the signs. The No-Socks Sunday was my wake-up call. I won’t be defeated. I will come out of this thing stronger than ever, even if takes a couple of years.
Well, maybe I won’t make it a couple of years. I’m probably good through July. But I’ll be wearing socks.