The winds blew change last night.
Yesterday’s weather in New England was a strange but lovely 70 degrees with humidity much like Miami. Today our high will once again be closer to normal with a drier 50 degrees.
Yesterday I visited the UPS store and stood outside enmasked while one customer finished her transaction. Today I visit a local site and get the first of my vaccines making me closer to normal with social distancing.
But how closer to normal do I want to get?
The pandemic has certainly brought a whirlwind of changes, some I might just want to hang on to. I’ve grown accustomed to less shopping. I can make due without constant trips to the store to buy stuff I might not need. I’ve missed the hugs and smiles of family and friends. This is a precious gift that I learned I do not ever want to take for granted. I appreciate my walks in the woods at midday. The fresh air and new surroundings brings me joy and renewed energy. And I’ve discovered that my faith is strong, but being in a community makes it stronger and needs to be cherished.
There will be so much rejoicing when we can be back to normal. But I prefer to make a new normal where I question the need for more stuff, appreciate every hug and smile, enjoy more short walks, and cherish the people in my community of faith.
The winds of change are blowing indeed and life will be closer to normal for sure. But maybe, just maybe, a new normal will be found for us all.
Throughout the month of March I will be participating in the Slice of Life Story Challenge with the community of writers over at Two Writing Teachers. Each day I will post a draft of a story detailing a small snippet from my life. This will be my sixth year participating, and each year I marvel at all the small moments I would have missed in my life if not for this challenge. I am grateful to Stacey Shubitz, Betsy Hubbard, Beth Moore, Kathleen Neagle Sokolowski, Melanie Meehan, and Amy Ellerman for hosting this wonderful event!