151. Plagued

Generations before us had widespread worldly wars, warm and cold.  Today feels like the anxious times we were told we were fortunate not to have. And there is some beauty to it.

My friends and family are losing their jobs. My job has become incredibly stressful and demanding (I work in healthcare).  Our parents and grandparents are at risk. This is some scary stuff. So it feels bad to make light of this situation. I am going to, but only because I am an idiot who doesn’t know how to cope with things.

There is something about this current ambiance that I am responding well to. There’s something to knowing everyone is going through anxiety together that I find comfortable. I always feel guilty for feeling anxious with such a privileged life. I have met the love of my life, I’ve achieved some economic success, and I get to do the things I enjoy. Guilt about anxiety, begets anxiety, begets guilt, begets anxiety. Today, though, I can feel that we are all vibing similarly. And we are hooking each other up.

Entertainers are singing to us from their homes, people are volunteering. I have seen less people this week than any other week in my life, and I’ve never felt more connected. We may become better people after this, if we let it.

Extra panel:


  1. I so needed this extra Panel today. Thank you my friends. This boat too shall sink into discovery of a vaccine as Life in this Pandemic aftermath shall never be quite same as the Pasts. -Tone


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