Life is not just the passing of time. Life is the collection of experiences and their intensity. – Jim Rohn
I’ve always found that having something to look forward to is the key to bringing joy into even the most mundane of any day.
Sometimes it can be as simple as watching the season finale of your favorite show or it can be an event, like a graduation party, or vacation, that blessed week of workless bliss.
It’s these things that enable me to keep moving forward. Whether large or small, they become markers on the pathway to the future. They mark a specific moment in the timeline of life.
BUT, since the world fell apart, none of this is happening. No parties honoring a birthday, anniversary or graduation. No meeting a friend for lunch or drinks. No hanging with family, who doesn’t live with you. No vacations.
Without these markers, the days, weeks and months just blend right into the next. It almost feels like we’re stuck in time and nothing is moving except the hands of the clock. Tick, tick, tick, slowly and methodically counting away the minutes.
When I went back into my office weeks after the stay-at-home order was put in place in my state it felt like time stopped. The calendars were still on March. All the important notes I had regarding scheduling appointments or events I had marked on my desk calendar meant nothing.
Time truly had stopped, at least in my little cubicle of the world. It felt surreal. I may be a fan of “The Walking Dead” but I never thought I would actually experience something that felt slightly apocalyptic.
Granted there aren’t zombies wandering around in search of flesh, but with time morphing, I can honestly say some days I feel like a zombie. And I know I’m not the only one experiencing this.
Without occasions to mark time, time just exists. AND, we just float through it, lost and wandering the vast emptiness of nothing to look forward to.
It wasn’t until this past weekend that I even registered this. The week prior my family was conjuring up a surprise drive by congrats parade and socially distanced toast for my nephew who was graduating from college.
The week leading up to this and the day of the event, I was beyond charged and full of life. I had something to not only look forward to, but to focus on beyond the average day-to-day. I was excited. I can’t tell you the last time I felt that way.
This also made me realize that we don’t have stop living. We can still experience life events. There are ways to work within the restrictions we have to live under and still stay safe.
Many have been toying with ways to do this, but it wasn’t until my family decided to try that I realized it is possible. AND my how enlightening this was.
In so doing it blew the doors off of my stay-at-home orders and opened up a world of ideas for the future. The virus may have forced us to keep our distance, but it doesn’t have to keep us isolated.
When this all started fear kept us isolated, which was a good thing. But, as time has passed, and more has been learned about the virus, we have also learned ways to actually live and still be safe.
There is no doubt that we will be living within these socially distanced restrictions for a while, but that doesn’t mean we have to stop experiencing life. For our own mental health, we need to get creative and find ways to play within the new rules. This way time won’t keep morphing; we’ll be in control of it, sort of.
Life is meant to be filled with experiences, both large and small, and no pandemic can stop it all together, unless we allow it too.
SO, stay six feet away, wear a mask, wash your hands, use sanitizer, but most of all live. Get creative. There are ways to do so and still stay safe.
Have any of you experienced a socially distanced gathering? Or, planned one?
If so, please share. Sharing ideas is how we’ll get through this and be stronger on the other side.
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