“How many heartaches must I stand before I find a love to let me live again?”- The Supremes
Waiting for answers might be the most excruciating mental exercise in moments of angst and uncertainty of the future. Collectively, this seems more relevant than when the post was originally scheduled. When I originally scheduled this post outside of the Supreme Court, the nomination of Brett Kavanaugh started to unfold. Looking to avoid any blowback in the moment, I pulled the location for the week and ran something else instead.
But here we are, at a reschedule date of the post, managing where things fit anymore and if any of the practices that once seemed normal really apply anymore. I don’t think that I am slaphappy yet, but possibly with another week or two of social distancing, there is a real shot that someone will see it happen.
So, the post this week is really both a juxtaposition of the idea that we have to wait on living our lives, as well as a recommendation that we take the social distancing practice to heart early and often to hopefully avoid further heartache.
There have been moments in my life where I have felt that things have been completely turned upside down. This has yet to become one of them. And if all of the medical professional suggestions are followed meaning that we come out on the other end of this feeling anticlimactic, it still provides us with the future that we can resume in ways more familiar than our current state.
But, for me, I refuse to stop living; to stop creating; to stop supporting people and ideas that I align with. I also find it helpful to attempt to maintain a “regular” schedule so that I don’t find myself bingewatching something on Netflix at 4am. Maybe this is adulting at it’s finest. Or maybe, like the song chimes, I have realized that sometimes we just have to wait.
I think that it was during Hurricane Harvey that I started to realize how much of an adult I get to be. And, at times, that feels more burdensome than I would like to readily admit. However, there are other times which owning a level of personal resiliency serves to feel like an award. As though I can remind myself that I have seen tougher times than this before and have come out on the other side of them stronger and wiser because of them.
And, I write this today in hopes that maybe this is a reminder for any of you feeling a little lost, as am I in finding the right words to say about a pandemic outside of our doorsteps, that we can’t hurry this. But what may not come relatively easy to us may be able to teach us something. And that we may be called to keep a little extra space, we don’t have to shut every good and meaningful part of our lives down in exchange for fear and concern.
If time has taught me anything, it is that fear (especially of the unknown) is way more exhausting. I’m really glad to be able to showcase not only a place that is as unique as D.C. this week, but also that I can have a Motown dance party in the process. So join me, even from where you are in making the most of today.