March 19th, 2020 7:20pm – We Are Better Than This
What I didn’t plan on, what I didn’t foresee is how much my arm and wrist would hurt with all this additional writing. It’s not just that I’m typing later in the day – In the past, I’ve written for hours at a time and never flinched. But with this whole coronavirus situation, my whole way of doing things been has thrown in so many surprising ways. I’ve been using social media that much more and writing (by hand) in the morning, typing throughout the day and then trying to type at night, I’m definitely feeling it in my right hand and arm. I never understood what carpal tunnel was/is, but I do now. The strain is real.
As I’m writing this, Governor Newsom (California) just announced a “stay at home” order for all of California. Hmmm. About time. I’m so okay with this – we’ve had this in place in Los Angeles for a bit of time anyways. It’s all good. I’m happy to do what I can to help my fellow Angelinos and my fellow Americans to stay safe. This is easy. We’re in this together and we’ll get through all of this ONLY by caring about one another. Kind of crazy though, right?
I want to mention I was on Facebook and pretty much reprimanded a few people who were inflaming people and freaking people out. I don’t know why people enjoy almost gossiping or sharing crappy stuff? I honestly don’t understand the point most days. I mean, sharing something that may be an injustice so people are aware of it is one thing, but sharing people behaving badly – like freaking out over toilet paper? I don’t know. We are better than this. All of us. If people are behaving badly out of fear, don’t exploit it. Help people calm down. Relax. And remind them we’ll get through this together.
By the way, there’s plenty in this country for supply. But if you keep hording, there is not enough for your neighbors. Take a breath. Be considerate. Be kind. Be a loving human being. Yeah, let’s bring that back. A loving and considerate American. THAT is my American dream. That we all get back to loving each other for reals. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s kind of kumba-ya-like, but isn’t that the real American dream? Where we all feel safe and supported? Hmm… Maybe it’s a Global-human-dream.
Okay, yeah, I need to stop writing right now… my hand hurts and I’m a little over-top even for myself. Ha!
But hey, if you’re gonna dream, you might as well dream big!