Do you ever feel not quite yourself?
It might just be lack of sleep and fumes emanating from the kitchen construction today, along with the ragweed that really, really needs to die. Good grief, that pollen is hanging on.
Two years ago on this day, as the social media memories have reminded me, I was unsure whether I’d successfully get out of Estes Park in the middle of a winter storm warning. Think a foot-and-a-half of snow and zero ragweed.
I got home fine with no delays, but it was sketchy for a while. Everything will likely be fine now, as sketchy as it may seem.
With the changes in daily life and cultural shifts over just the last two years, if you haven’t acknowledged at least some of your feelings as grief, maybe it’s time. There are many things rightly to be grieved besides the loss of people who have died.
A sense of normalcy.
Although shaking up a routine that has become a rut is healthy, a global pandemic isn’t a healthy way to do it.
Trust.
Community.
Friends we thought were generally likeminded but turned out not to be.
Respect.
The ability to engage in civil discourse.
Jobs.
Right now I’m grieving the loss of the ability to upload a few new photos, either in bulk or one at a time, because apparently our interwebs are too slow today.
Everyone grieves at their own pace. If you feel like you should be jumping for joy and back to normal (whatever that is), but you don’t really feel like it or you don’t really feel normal … that’s probably normal.
