(I’m NOT going to say it. I hate Star Wars.)
Hi! How’s it going?
No, really, how are you? These days are not easy.
Doing alright over here; lots of mask-making and gardening. I applied to be a contact tracer for my state. It seems like a decent job (dunno what they pay yet) and wouldn’t be full-time, so I’d still have time for my art and being around when the kids need me. It’s remote and I have the equipment already. And it might help us shake loose of this pandemic faster — I know one part of the requirements for reopening my region is having sufficient contact tracers in place.
We’re all doing what we can to survive and to thrive, where possible, in these circumstances. Whatever you’re doing or not doing — it is enough. You are enough.
You.are.enough.
You don’t have to suddenly become a five-star chef. You don’t have to pick up six new hobbies. I mean, bravo if you do, and that’s cool…but not everyone has any “extra” time to do that right now, and not everyone who theoretically has the time, can even put two thoughts together under the weight of our collective anxiety. There is no one “right” way to do quarantine.
There’s a wrong way, though — wanna hear what it is?
It is wrong to not wear a mask. It is wrong to refuse to social distance. I don’t care how big and bad you think your immune system is; it’s not all about you. If you’re an asymptomatic carrier, you risk everyone else with your stupidity and what you think is some kind of show of strength. (That goes double if you take a gun to a protest.)
You have a right to live without fear that some idiot is going to threaten your health and well-being. You do not have the right to make that decision for someone else.
Be safe, y’all. Be smart. I know you are. Please think carefully, especially as states start re-opening things. Don’t take chances with your own life or anyone else’s.
The sunshine has felt glorious with just the right hint of breeze off and on the last few days. I want to live to feel it for many more years. Don’t you?
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