As we start a third year of this fearsome pandemic it’s hard to believe we’ve gotten through it this far. At first I was in a state of disbelief and it took me awhile to internalize how serious the situation was. And then I felt sorry, very sorry for myself.
But in time I saw how selfish and wasteful that emotion was, and I began to empathize with everyone else – young parents with children at home while offices and schools were closed; high school and college kids in virtual classes isolated from friends and peers; men and women in mid-career with financial and other worries; and older folks with trips and other plans for enjoying retirement now on hold.
Then – finally – a glimmer of light at the end of our dark Covid tunnel and the hope we might return to some semblance of life as we knew it. But now the new horror in Ukraine.
”May you live in interesting times” I had always thought was a blessing, but now I understand why it’s a curse.
And so my friends, my fervent wish for us all – may we live this next year in a world of peace.
Dana Susan Lehrman