I am still trying to find hope where I can. I’m trying to remember that someday I will get to go sit at a coffee shop and read my book. I will get to go to a football game again. I will get to go to church on Sunday morning. Looking forward is the only way I’m going to get through this. Looking forward also brings up some questions. One thing this isolation has done is make me think about what I miss and what I don’t miss. How I’m spending my time. Who I’m spending my time with. I see posts on social media that tell me some things about people that maybe I didn’t know before. So, as I look forward I think about these things:
Can I really spend more than a few more months working somewhere that steals my joy?
Can I figure out a way to take a sabbatical and figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life?
Are the people I spend my time with the people I should be spending my time with?
Who am I finding I miss seeing and who are the ones I’ve figured out I don’t miss at all?
Am I living a life that makes a difference?
Would I be happy coming out of this the same me I was when it started?
What things in my life am I finding I don’t miss?
What things do I miss more than I expected?
It seems I’m going to have a lot more time to think about these things.