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Two Years

So two years eh?

We're at the two year anniversary of Covid "really" being here (vs just being a thing some countries were dealing with but probably wouldn't be a big deal here).

I feel in a weird way that it actually feels like two years ago even though I swear 2020 was the weirdest time warp ever.  Or maybe that's just because I'm tired right now (time change.... pollen/allergies, etc.) that I can feel the time passing.

I remember being terrified at the time of lockdown.  I remember hoping, just HOPING that it would "only" be a few weeks, or months before this just went away.  And I remember fully ignoring the part of my brain that said "this is going to be a few years."  I had to cope, you know?  So "short" was what I hoped for.  (Magic thinking really...)

Do I think this will ever really "go away"?  I think I've given up on that and am sort of continuing to try to adjust to... all the not static things.  I think for myself I'm sort of trying to adjust to attempting to have a bit more of a life while still being as safe and cautious as I want to be and can.

Like I went camping last month (stories still to come I hope) and I would not have done that two or even one year ago (in part because we were asked/told not to and in part because I was too scared of spreading Covid/contracting Covid.)  I still wore a Mask, but I went somewhere.  I left my little area.  So I'm ... expanding my frightened little zone you know?

But two years.  Two years with no real end in sight.  Not the way I see it anyway.  Removal of mask mandates and vaccine passports (soon) sure... but that's not an end, that's a way of trying to live with it... while watching other countries' cases explode and knowing we may have to lock back up again.  Endlessly?  Like really, is this without end?  And I'm working to manage my extreme disappointment at how some of my fellow humans have reacted against all of this.  I get it I guess... the wish that things weren't as they are... the wish to blame someone... the wish that this is all a lie and if we uncover the lie we can have life back... I get that.  But I also wish we were all just taking care of each other with these small suggestions (mask, distance, sanitation, vaccination, thoughtfulness, care) and working on other life issues (climate, housing, overdoses, reconciliation, etc.)

Two years.  Do we just "get used" to this?  (Those who have lost someone or who are dealing with long covid will likely say NO...I... don't have answers.)

Two years that somehow feel like forever (was there a "before"?) and still novel and odd.  Masks.  Not masks.  Numb to deaths and numbers.... two years.

We're all two years older than we were when we were asked to lock down.  We should be proud we've come so far. 



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