Last night I couldn’t picture the other side of this. I found myself standing in the kitchen thinking I can’t imagine…
My son and I share a trait where we need to know what is happening. We need to understand. Where are we going. When will we get there. What will happen there. It’s about angst and the need for control, I suppose. It’s about being able to picture what is ahead and prepare for it emotionally.
I spend so much time fantasising about later…
But I suddenly realised what is later this time? Are we going to beat this? Is it going to take longer than we imagine or will we be done in 21 days?
The other side of this is such a mystery!
For weeks I’ve been saying can’t we just shut the world down for a few weeks and reset.
Now the reset is here and I find myself unsettled by the uncertainty of it. It’s not fear, I don’t think. Not yet anyway. It’s something else. It’s this cloud of questions with no answers. And I suppose because there are no concrete answers the worst and best case scenarios are fighting each other in my head for Top Billing.
In three weeks everything will go back to normal.
In three weeks nothing will ever be the same again.
Which one will it be?