Saturday, October 3, 2020…8:54am
Since it’s Saturday, we’re actually already into week 30 – that’s a brand new week in which we get to wonder WTAF is going to happen next.
Yesterday when we all woke up to the news that both the President and the First Lady had tested positive for COVID-19, I said to my eldest child, “It’s like we’re living inside a really bad dystopian novel. Like the most unbelievable, poorly written one ever.”
If this were an actual novel, I would have thrown it across the room in disgust several chapters back. But this is real life (real absurd life), so I’m stuck waiting for the next plot twist while trying to hold out hope for something redemptive to happen. There is just so much (too much) going sideways in the world and in my own home. I’ve come to realize that it isn’t a question of “if” there will be another plot twist. 2020 is the year of bizarre plot twists, and the best we can do is take care of ourselves, do what we can to help those around us, act from a place of love always, and hold on tight as we wait to see what happens next.
I don’t like this “book”, but it’s somehow become required reading for all of us. I’m turning the pages with caution – and doing what I can to transform the book from a bad dystopian story to a hopeful choose your own adventure. I can’t control what happen in the world, but I can make choices that limit how the plot twists affect me.
We can’t toss the book aside. Onward. Be well my friends.
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