The economy is plummeting and we are afraid. Afraid of losing our jobs, our homes, our family and more.
I’m trying not to panic. I’m trying to stay calm.
I just adopted a dog. I’m only thinking of her, Winnie, my job, my parents, and lastly – training.
Anne Lamott, my favorite, favorite writer and muse, writes on Facebook today, a repurposed post:
“So where do we find grace and light? If you mean right now, try some radical self-care: friendly self-talk, a cup of tea.”
“So how do we shelter in place in the midst of fear and fear? We stick together in our anxiety and cluelessness. We reach out for any help at all; we share any truth and encouragement and humor we come upon. We feed the poor and send money to people who are helping save children around the world. These are good responses. I am going to recommend that we do that today, and tomorrow.”
“Tom Weston taught me decades ago that in the face of human tragedy, we go around the neighborhood and pick up litter, even though there will be more tomorrow. It is another blessed sacraments.”
Today, I will walk to the park across the street and pick up poop. All the poop that appeared when the snow melted. Thanks Anne.
I’m going to work hard.
I’m going to run.
And I’m going to call my mom.
