It was just a few months ago that I wrote that one day tomorrow would be better than today and on and on. When I put that post out into the world, I hoped that by now the worst would be behind us, yet we still seem to be in the same slog as then.
What started in March as a semi-joke, “every two weeks the reset button is pushed and we start from scratch,” has turned into a frustratingly true maxim. Since that post on the last day of March, the reset button has been hit 9 times causing most work from the prior two weeks to not just be wiped away but started from near scratch with new assumptions. The pandemic has turned into a grinding Groundhog’s Day.
Now, at the end of July, the end feels no closer than it was four months ago. Each silver lining has been accompanied by a new rain cloud. Each storm came to an end only to be followed by another eerily similar storm.
As someone in the middle of it, I know exactly how much this grind can wear on a person. I’m lucky not to directly know anyone with a positive test yet, let alone a family impacted by a worst case outcome. But this pandemic is getting to everyone. It picks at emotions. It makes us question things we thought were foundational items. It gives little opportunity to release the demons building up. It drives up uncertainty and discomfort.
Yet, this too shall pass.
Our job is to get through and thrive. Simply surviving means the virus won. It’s incumbent upon us to smile at the sun still. It’s important to never lose our laughter.
Because one day, tomorrow will be better than today. And then it will happen again. And then it will happen every day for a week.
Stay strong, stay safe.