Well, it happened. I knew my career was about to tank; so many of us working in the hospitality industry have been sidelined. Who knows how long this will really last. It happened the day before my son’s 10th birthday. It was almost bittersweet. I say that with trepidation … it was a toxic workplace. I hate writing those words, but sadly, they are true. I was not the only one who felt this way, which is a shame. I knew Ben and his little brain full of fear-gears would worry his heart out, so we kept it from the kids for as long as we could. I needed to grieve a little bit, kind of like a break up. Sudden. Unexpected, yet expected. I knew it was likely. We prepared. I have never been fired before. It was nice to decompress for a while. Sam and I have been able to focus on mental and physical health. We’ve generated structured days; the kids love Thursdays the most, which is their cooking day. Even my niece got in on the action. Pick a recipe; find the ingredients; learn from Chef Sam. It was wonderful. But all good things must come to an end. The decompression slowly turns into worry, anxiety and fears of the unknown. Will there be any summer camps? Can I even try to hold down a job? Will schools actually open in the fall? What is going on here? It’s June 21, 2020 … and there are no answers. Assumptions. Presumptions, maybe safer to say. Sure, schools are already a cesspool of germs, kids do not fully understand social distancing, what are we expecting here? And how crazy am I for hoping my career in schools begins this year?
We have had many joys over these months in our little quarantine bubble, but lows linger for us. Unfortunately, our area now seems to be on the uptick for positive cases again. Our
governor states that this is a good sign; there are more tests being administered, therefore, there are more positive results amongst the community of twenty and thirty-year-old adults who have returned to the workplace; but most of these individuals are asymptomatic. So … pray tell, why are 4,000 positive cases turning up after the phased reopening in our area? Our governor is trying to tell us that four thousand people without symptoms decided to get tested? Are these mandates for returning to certain jobs? Obviously not, as airport employees are still contracting the virus. This is a nightmare. The entire world was more prepared than we were. The incessant need for bickering and pointing fingers in this country today is despicable. It is embarrassing. We are the laughing stock of the world. Awesome. So how do we move forward? What does a banquet chef do when large gatherings are not allowed? This is a new world … or is it new at all? Maybe we cannot adapt as a society. Clearly, our “ leader” is not adapting.
In other news (spoken as Isabelle), Animal Crossing New Horizons has taken over the Calabro household! Our island gained its 5-star rating after some sleepless nights and a lot of TLC. Little pieces of all of us are nestled somewhere on the island. It’s silly, really, to enjoy virtual gardening so thoroughly … but it has helped me through this pandemic. Mental health is so important. I set a goal to swim 4 days a week. Hello summer storms! Hello pollen! Hello green pool! Okay, so let’s set up some fans and get on the machine in the garage. Wait, your garage floor is flooded too?! Let’s try not to panic. Don’t panic. Do not panic. Breathe. Water your flowers. The cycle of stress and decompression comes and goes in waves. It always will. This is a storm we are weathering together as a family. The kids are equipped with amazing masks, (we are too, mine have paw prints, be jealous) we have hand sanitizer, antibacterial soaps, Lysol, bleach, wipes … we’re good. We are working through this. It’s been a weird few months.
It sucks when your creative energy isn’t drawing any motivation or inspiration. I have wanted to write. I have wanted to paint. I have wanted to use my camera. But snapping myself back to reality is hard when I do not know what the future of my reality is holding. What we do know, is our present reality, the reality of now. One day at a time. One storm at a time. One headache at a time. One hug at a time.
A lot of this post does not make sense and jumps from here to there, which is how my brain is currently processing the world.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the dads. It is odd not being able to see my parents freely … but this is the reality of now. Chaotic and calm, all at the same time.
Maintain virus awareness & please adhere to social distancing with masks during senior shopping hours!