I don't know what you were doing when the pandemic struck. But me, I was following the same routine I've been following for the past 30 years of my recovery. Except maybe Sundays.
I'd show up at the office every day. Maybe resolve a few problems when staff or clients would have trouble communicating. I'd go to the gym. Maybe have lunch with co-workers and friends. Take maybe four or five vacations a years. Attend meetings. Life was good, better than I'd planned.
Then this pandemic whacked us. It was like a science fiction story. It couldn't be happening. Then slowly and insidiously this mystery bacteria that couldn't be seen with the naked eye swept the world and turned things upside down.
Millions died. Economies crumbled. Politicians went crazy. Some people wouldn't take the vaccine because they thought it was a government plot to control our lives. Suddenly change was upon us with no sure outcomes.
And then just when I thought the vaccine was working I planned a trip to the Yucatan Penisula to look for a home where I could live part of the year and read and write. But all of the sudden the government shut down the border because the pandemic was mutating or changing form. So I could go nowhere outside the United States.
What to do? Not many ways around this one. And for sure no trips to Mexico for me. What to do? Fret? Feel sorry for myself. Or just keep on track with my routine?
I chose the latter. After all, I'm the messenger of change. Change is all we can count on. Accepting change is being mentally healthy. And while we might not like the change, accepting it robs it of its power.
We live in the real world and are grateful for what we have right now. That keeps us strong and healthy.
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