COVID insomnia – or “coronasomnia”- is a thing. Google it if you need a rabbit hole to wander down. The results of my search gave me article after article assuring me that I am not alone in my current sleepless nights – despite the evidence in my own home provided by a snoring husband, snoring dog, and no sounds of life coming from the teenagers’ rooms.
Keep doing all the things we can all do to help keep the virus in check as the vaccines continue to make their way (slowly) through the general population. Social distance, wear a mask, wash your hands. Because yes, we are still living in the midst of a global pandemic and I don’t want anymore reasons to think or say, “Jesus said WTF!”
There are days when the absolute last thing I want to spend my limited mental energy on is peeking over the pandemic wall to catch a glimpse of what might be. But if I want a real chance to be better prepared for life post COVID-19 than we were for life during COVID-19, I have to keep walking right up to that pandemic wall and risking both the heartbreak and the hope that might be seen on the other side.
The reminder that things don’t always have to be to spectacularly over-planned to be simply spectacular has been a gift of this strange time.