Are you coronavirus-ed out? Have you had your fill of worry and fear and depressing news? Are you tired of suggestions about what to do as you shelter in place, and reminders to practice self-care?
Me too. It’s why I wasn’t going to write anything about pandemic life. What can I say that hasn’t been said ad naseum?
But here I am, so obviously I’ve reconsidered. I realized I didn’t want to be the writer who doesn’t write at a time when there’s so much to say.
My life these past two weeks isn’t much different than it’s been for the past three-and-a-half years. My gut disorders have kept me sheltered in place pretty much every day. I love my solitude, so isolated life is easy for me.
The biggest change was that my husband Michael worked at home last week. Good news–we didn’t strangle each other! The only surreal thing was that a few times he’s run out at the crack of dawn when stores opened to hunt down toilet paper (which I use at a rate of about ten to fifteen times the average. No exaggeration.) Twice, he came back empty-handed, but this morning he scored big–eight rolls! That should last me a good two days. (OK, that was an exaggeration. LOL.)
Did you ever think, in this land of plenty, we’d be hoarding toilet paper? And then discussing it on social media, no less?
Now that our TP shortage has been remedied, I’m OK.
But maybe you’re not OK. Many people are not at all OK. I feel their pain acutely, which makes me not OK. It’s a vicious cycle.
I get overwhelmed with wanting to save the world and feeling helpless that I can’t. I wish I had a few million dollars to spare so I could really make an impact.
But that thinking is a trap. I can’t save every person in need, but can I take the edge off this disaster for one person?
Instead of focusing on what I can’t do, I’m going to identify what I can do. That will make me feel better. It’s a win-win.
I’ve decided that the best self-care I can give myself is to give to others.
I’ll share my plan, not to appear generous, because there are many, many others whose generosity makes mine look like the Grinch’s. I’m sharing to hold myself accountable, and hopefully to generate ideas of small things we can all do.
Here’s my plan:
I ordered disposable diapers online and had them mailed directly to a local food pantry. I saw a Facebook post from this particular agency that gave me the idea. There’s another food pantry I want to do this for. (I’ll call ahead to see if that will work for their limited hours, and I suggest you do the same.)
I’m going to donate blood tomorrow. I used to donate at least four times a year, but when I got sick, I had so much to manage with my gut symptoms, I gave myself a pass. But my blood is healthy and plentiful, so it’s time to share it.
If I get that check from the government–$1,200 last time I heard–I’m going to donate it. (I haven’t yet decided where.) Michael’s income won’t be affected by the pandemic and I didn’t have an income to lose, so, financially, we’ll be status quo. If we’re OK now without that money, we don’t need it. But someone else surely does.
I have other ideas, but I’m going to start with these because I’m more successful when I set manageable goals.
If you are hurting, know that people do care. You may feel invisible, but I know you’re there and I’m wishing the best for you.
What about you? Do you have small ways that you’re helping in these uncertain times?
BTW–Have you seen my new page? Ten Signs You May be a People-Pleaser.