This morning all I knew was that the pandemic was still running its course,
my left hip didn’t feel like it was 80 years old,
And that I was tired and could sleep for another two hours.
On my walk this morning I found out that the public schools were open.
I don’t follow the news any more, it’s for my anxiety sake.
My kids go to their school and it’s enough for me to just keep up with those rules and announcements,
But it made me happy to see the digital sign flashing on the public bus,
but then it made me sad.
Because who could have though that an announcement like that could carry so much meaning just one year ago?
This morning all I knew was that I would sit down at my computer and work to my best abilities,
and that my fast would make my stomach growl,
creating a struggle within me that would grow deeper around 3:30.
This morning all I knew was that so far, my family is fine
and life hadn’t changed drastically overnight as it has in the past.
We got through the night without any emergency calls.
So I gave thanks for that,
and prayed for my friends who did get that call,
and grappled with the idea that just because schools are open doesn’t mean life hasn’t changed forever.
This morning all I knew was that I had woken up one more morning and despite being tired
I should get up and grab the day, be grateful, and make the most of the sun.