A little over 365 days ago, the world became acutely aware of the value of toilet paper.
On March 13th last year, Dave and I left NYC for what we thought would only be a few weeks as the pandemic escalated in the city. I would never spend another night there again. I often think, in times like these, of the saying, “Man plans, God laughs,” and really, I should probably let the f*** go of what I think my life is supposed to look like and just eat the damn ice cream because the world is going mad anyways. Jk. Sort of.
In all seriousness though, I’d be flippant not to acknowledge the loss that humanity, as a whole, has faced. Dave and I are lucky enough in that we don’t know anyone who has been gravely affected by the virus, and hopefully, *knock wood*, never will. But 500,000+ lives lost is not just a statistic for so many people, and it does not escape me for a moment how lucky we are to have made it all 365 days past that first alarm bell ringing.
I wish I could say I spent quarantine and the last year becoming a more enlightened person or like, getting abs, but unfortunately, I’m still a fussy b**** and my abs are still hidden underneath my love of ice cream. What I do know is, if I have learned anything from the last 365 days, it’s that life goes on, and that in and of itself is something to be celebrated. Big hugs.
“Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.” – Cheryl Strayed