Grieving For What We Have Lost
Fear, worry, anxiety, panic... these are the emotions that I expected to envelop me right now. Sitting in the midst of a slow motion disaster that I have felt was coming. Not having a bunker stocked with the 5000 serving shelf stable barrel of Costco rations, automatic weapons, and a god damned life-straw™ plus having children (12 and nearly 16 years old) and parents in their seventies, I should feel ALL of those things. My BP should be 150/90 with a heart rate to match. Wolfing down my tiny hoard of protein pasta, canned beans, and protein bars -- screaming as the sheer mass of all the corona-covid-coverage eats cancerously into my cortex, I should be dead already. But I am not. My BP is normal and my Apple Watch tells me that my resting heart rate is still in the 50s. How is this possible?
I think I have the answer:
- I was freaked out 6 weeks ago - I knew that we were headed this way - this is not a shock to me anymore I am 6 weeks jaded
- I am grieving
There are many things happening out there that are great and inspiring. Here are some that I have found personally inspiring:
- Jose Andres and the World Central Kitchen
- The 9128.live weekend live takeover and excellent Ambient music in general
- Scott Gottlieb - the voice of reason that the we need
- Kenji Lopez-Alt for writing this food safety guide as it relates to the coronavirus (clearing the FUD)
- Healthcare workers across the world 👏🙏
- Everyone that is taking this seriously and not hoarding and staying the fuck home
There are also the many wonderful small businesses that are feeling the crunch that are important to me: