Two years ago, our daughter went to school for the last time.
It took a year after that before I dreamt about going out without guilt.
Kind of.
I still felt shame for hanging out at the coffee shop in the morning – because I suddenly realized that I missed an 8:00-8:30 meeting with a consultant.
What kind of crazy person sets up a meeting at 8 in the morning!?
(Aside from a contractor…but that kind of proves my point).
I didn’t think about the COVID during the dream. I only thought of the pandemic when I woke up and realized that I didn’t dream about it.
In the year since I still haven’t gone out much. We’ve been waiting for the kids to get their shots. Our daughter finally got her second shot, but kids under five are still waiting.
Driving a car is an apt analogy. Compared to sitting around the house, it is a relatively dangerous activity, but it confers great benefits. We’re gonna wait another half year till our boy can get his own seatbelt.
Then I’ll get my espresso.
And totally blow off that 8 AM appointment.