God, these days.
These days after days after days.
We’re way past 80 days here in China, and it’s starting to show.
Even with things opening up, we’re still locked in these days.
It’s the same. I wake up around 6:45 and take a shower. Then drink my coffee while doing my morning internet surfing, and then getting things ready for my six year old’s school work. Then we get him going with his online class around 10:30 and I go take the neighbor’s dog for a walk. Then I have a bit of time in another empty neighbor’s apartment trying to meditate before coming home. Then lunch, then I do my own online classes while trying to help our six year old with his online classes. And then dinner, and then watching whatever series we’re on lately and then bedtime.
And then tomorrow? Repeat.
And we’re ahead of the curve here in China, or so they tell us. Things are returning to normal. Or so they say.
But still, we’re repeating the days here.
I really hope that we get to a new normal soon. While the normal we’re currently enduring is certainly not physically taxing, it does take a toll on one’s emotions.
There’s something about the typical that is just so challenging. You’d think it was comforting, and in some ways it is, but in other ways it just feels unnatural.
Life is about more than predictability.
Life is about seeking out the newness every day.
Looking for new challenges and new vistas and new connections.
But this virus has reduced us to monotony. And that may be the most challenging thing of all.
My kingdom for some unpredictability. My kingdom for something different. My kingdom for a new day.