Here we go again. Another national holiday in the midst of a pandemic. Another time we should be rejoicing. Yet, our nerves are a bit frayed. Do we really want to think about our weekend plans? I most certainly do not care to. We are in constant negotiation as to where we can go and do.
Here in New York City, we are breathing a bit better. We walked through the fire. Yet, other parts of the country are in a deep burn, of sorts. We saw how badly things can get. We don’t want it to come back to that state of being.
I will be going to the hair salon. I will go shoe shopping. I may go hiking. Yet, there’s this bit of nagging space at the back of my head. Nowadays we are constantly negotiating the spaces in which we live, eat, breathe, walk and just be.
Here’s hoping that my upcoming shoe shopping therapy does the trick.