We make life so much harder than needs to be. As Brian Andreas says over at Flying Edna, there’s no right way to do it. There’s only the way that works and the way that doesn’t.
And it’s pretty easy to figure out what’s what if we just pay attention. So I like to say that I’m living the Life of Brian. He’s wise.
For us, resistance to shelter in place is not helpful. It’s futile. Just like aging, Sure, you can get pulled and pumped and injected, but you’re still aging. Same with SIP.
I know I don’t feel comfortable going out in public. Traveling. Visiting restaurants. Flying. Staying in hotels. Nope. Not until there’s a real treatment and a vaccine, and even then I’ll think twice or three or maybe 10 times. And I know many of you are with me on this.
So I’m thinking of this as a year long Buddhist retreat. I haven’t been particularly productive, during SIP but I have been thinking. I’m enjoying the heck out of my Zoom connections with those I love. I’m cooking. Walking. I’m writing a little. I’m laughing a lot.
I’m taking it one day at a time. Small bites are more easily digested. And not resisting. Not bemoaning what I’ve lost. There’s no point. It just provokes anxiety.
SIP means I’ll stay safer. I could be the difference between life and death for those of us more vulnerable. I know what I choose. Yes, I’m lucky I can.