Your Water Break at the Halfway Mark

I’m not going to candycoat it. We’ve had it with this virus. It’s maddening, with no end in sight — a marathon with an invisible finish line. If you randomly approached strangers and asked, “What are you talking about?”, 85% of the time they’d reply, “COVID.”

I don’t know about you, but I’m a planner. These days we can’t plan a thing more than two weeks out…never know what’s around the corner! Reports come in, rules change, doors open and close. I’m kicking myself for not taking a river cruise, going to Scotland, Nova Scotia or Scandinavia, or trying Cuba before it was shut off (again) or surf camp, tennis camp, renting a lake house with friends. Yeah, it’s hard to schedule trips with people, everyone’s so busy, but I could have gone alone! It’s fun to travel alone. All that observing.

When will church start? The Olympics! Choir? Chorus? Contradancing? Canoodling? When will live concerts and sports and Broadway return? Hotels, movie theaters and the next Westworld? Will I lose my job? Will I get a job? Will I get a job requiring hazmat gear or cooties-soaked mass transit? It’s just painful.

On one hand the virus is not a face-melting pox…but then we’d know who has it, which is the problem. To bright-side it isn’t impossible, but it’s a stretch. “At least…” we’re not in a nuclear war; it’s not the Holocaust; it’s not 9/11; it’s not a global Katrina. Yet any way you slice it, COVID-19 sucks. Because we can control little beyond following protocols around masks, distancing, OCD-caliber handwashing, and donating money or time, we just have to suck it up.

We’re increasingly vigilant towards our mental well-being. Resilient human nature has us generally bouncing back, but striving to be upbeat is now more of a repeating calendar task (“no end date”). We have to work at it. A New Hampshire friend quit watching the news. Unapologetic, she says, “I find that going inside is the answer.” Meditating, sending love, enjoying your sheets, picturing a freer future, and resting—knowing that there are many people worldwide without such luxuries. I’ve never slept so much in my life. Dreams are like a free vacation. Occasionally a peculiar or disturbing dream, true, but well it didn’t actually happen, now did it? Didn’t cost a dime or expose you to microvarmints.

For meditation, I highly recommend the (free!) Insight Timer app. Thousands of guided meditations. Choose a topic, or just nature sounds/music and set the timer with various gongs and bells. Great good fun. It displays how many people are currently meditating; numbers have gone way up. Some gems are Canadian Jennifer Piercy (try Yoga Nidra for Sleep), or the young Jonny John Liu, whose name enchants and whose accent lulls in Self-Transformation Through Self-Acceptance. Just download Insight Timer and click on the Search magnifier at bottom. Off you go! I fall asleep before they’re over. Shh.

When spiraling downwards, I try self-talk, summoning pleasant thoughts. Like: this mess involves the entire planet. So the top medical smarties worldwide are working on solutions ‘round the clock. Vaccines! Treatments! Virus-killing UVC light-spraying robots on subways! Maybe this horror will end sooner than we think. Just maybe we are in fact, as one scientific predictor put it, halfway there. Envision what you’ll do when it’s over!

To make handwashing less of a bore: the virus’s fatty membrane holding it together is destroyed by soap. You’re not just rinsing virus down the drain; it literally falls apart. Don’t fret, I missed one! Just lather up, remember your nails and rings. You’re making it impossible for it to replicate. For the (required!) 20 seconds, you know to sing Happy Birthday twice. I sing it
to different people, dead or alive, real or fictional, as I launder my paws. To amuse self. Mental well-being.

I feel your pain, Dear Reader. Keep steady on your mount on this long and crazy journey. If you fall off, just get back on your pony and keep slashing through. I’ll water you both when you pass my station, so you can keep going. The way you act and process thoughts will determine our collective outcome. Think of solutions and wish hard. I miss you. Good day.

 

 

About uppervalleygirl

Columnist, bloggist, short storyist, essayist, novel-in-progressist.

Posted on August 23, 2020, in humor, personal, Science, Self-help, sociology and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. Really enjoyed this post. Especially the dream part. I’ve been having some doozies. Mostly anxiety dreams. Like after having lunch with Madonna which included two very expensive bottles of wine, I panicked when the bill came to over $3000….how am I going to pay for this, explain to Vince etc…but then Madge picked up the tab…she’s swell. And off we went to the next bizarre local.

    I try to be grateful. Hot running water when ever I want it should not be taken for granted. Remember Fire Island camping, those freezing showers.

    Love you lots, Your friend Pam Sent from my iPad

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    • Yes, take nothing for granted and yes to weird Madonna dreams back in the NYC years. She was my “friend” or I was working for her. It was naked adulation, so crazy.Madge! Fire Island! yEs!

  2. Best line among many…striving to be upbeat is now more of a repeating calendar task. Epic xox

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  3. I just love you! Another gem.. xxxooo

  4. I just love your way! Valiant yet always funnyt. So dear at the end with you watering our horses. xxxooo

    • Thank you, darling. That concept was from the annual 100-mile ride at Kedron Valley Stables in South Woodstock. Many riders would get off and run alongside their mounts so the horses could endure the trip. There were watering stations and testing stations to make sure the horses weren’t overdoing it. It was so much fun to attend, ended at night on Morgan Hill Road. The thrill of victory…and the agony of defeat! Those were the days. And Kevin Forest!

  5. Love this, Coney : “I’ll water you both when you pass my station, so you can keep going”

    sent from my phone

  6. Dreams are like a free vacation. Amen!!!!

  7. “I said good day!”

    Gratitude. More than anything else, my gratitude has increased during these challenging times.

    Thanks Ann for the glimpse into your mindset.

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