Wounds

I went over the handle bars of my bike on a steep hill in SF. I scraped both elbows, my right hand and my right shoulder. I also have a giant bruise on my left thy, a smaller bruise on my left knee, and a few other scrapes on my belly, chest, palms, and shins. 

Wounds don't heal in a linear way. Strange aches and sharp pains emerge unexpectedly throughout the healing process, all while the injury remains fragile and susceptible to re-injury. But, even with the continued pain, it's still a forward moving process. Though, it does leave scars. 

I can't help but feel that this is symbolic with our current political state. 

Path through the pandemic

We're in week 12 of Shelter in Place, and I have to admit that, overall, it hasn't been as bad as I would've imagined... mostly due to hanging out with this guy and finding ways to escape. 

Don't get me wrong, it also hasn't been easy. I've had moments of panic and loneliness and probably a bit of depression...  My sleep schedule has been all over the place and eating has felt like a constant challenge. And, as of this past week, layer on the rise of (true?) awareness of racial injustice and the heartbreaking incredible pain that black people (friends) have expressed about how hard it is to live their lives in America. ...and, all to the soundtrack from my open window of helicopters, sirens, and shots being fired. 

But, there are still things to be grateful for. And, we can't forget them, or get through this without them. 

I am grateful for: still having an active job in events at a relevant company, a great guy to hangout with, a safe place to live with food and water, access to entertainment and abundant nature, my family and friends that are all safe and physically healthy, being physically healthy and able to stay active, my cat, ways to connect even when we have to be apart, an opportunity to learn new things, and for the hope that when we come out on the other side of this we all might be better people. 

Wishing you health, safety, and love.