THE PANDEMIC IS ENDING…HOW DO WE COME OUT OF OUR BUBBLE?
May 24, 2021
By Katie L Lindley
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“No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.” Aesop
Social distancing experience has caused us to behave differently towards our fellow men. Especially those we do not know. We veer further away, creating a barrier of six feet or more, a little anxious in our steps. We may smile less because our smiles are under our masks. I will never get used to masks. Everyone looks suspicious to me with their masks on…up to something clever, or naughty.
The stay-at-home/six-foot demarcation has isolated us, social humans. It has put fear into us that others are bad and full of unhealthy influence. How did we get here? Oh, that’s right, the Pandemic, and all the social rules to follow, what otherwise could cause death, or cause death to others.
We have lost loved ones, jobs, businesses, relationships, demise; we have consumed more alcohol, ate more food, we have been cornered with rules and parades about in masks. All of us have been put on lock-down. Stay at home, no weddings, graduations, funerals, celebrate via zoom. Not the same, not even close. Many jobs have become remote and will continue working at home. Things have shifted in an organic manner that may not be so bad.
Tucked away from friends and family, fearing the spread of Covid-19. We had done our part, but that has set us apart, most of humanity remaining alone, away from normal social interactions. Begs the question, what are the long team social ramifications of these worldwide pandemic orders?
I can imagine a child thirty years from now being told in school about our history and how it changed us… Or did it? That is up to us.
How can we understand ourselves more and come out of this required bubble better? We have had a chance to reflect, dig inward, but did we? Did we complain, or did we learn more about ourselves? What did we miss the most?
No matter if we complained, turned to heavier drinking, grew inward, divorced, married, had a baby, read more books, Netflix binged, we are nearing the end. Collectively we will face freedom from the restrictions that have been our world.
We are coming out together in a fashion that will be noted. That will become a part of our history. I imagine parades and happy faces; I see us embracing one another, shaking hands, long deep hugs. I can envision weddings, celebrations of love, children running in parks without masks.
Let us greet one another full face with an infectious smile, no more infection other than love for those around us. Our neighbors, our coworkers, all those that we encounter. We have all been in this together. Let us come out stronger, kinder, better humans.
My Mantra: “Let us lovingly unlock the lock-down.”
Although I would like to say I am organized, focused and cookie-cutter, that simply would not be me. I am no different than any other woman in the world. I love to love, love hard, and, in the end, have learned to love myself above all else. So here I am, writing about the many men and the multiple purposes they have served in my life. Realizing that not one man on my roster had fulfilled every single one of my needs. Perhaps one man is not supposed to? I have compiled snippets of the men that have entered my world. In the end, they have shoved me towards my bathroom mirror, forcing me to take a better look at myself. Reflection is brilliant and the strongest guidepost into ourselves.
Working on the next book in the series “A House for Every Purpose, My Journey From Pillow to Pillow” revels a woman abandoning her home in search or her identity beyond men, motherhood, author.