It’s crazy how life can change so quickly. A few weeks ago I had no idea I’d be sitting mid-day on my front porch trying to navigate work and family life simultaneously. COVID-19 has certainly thrown my household for a loop.
It amazes me how out of control I feel in this season. I use the word amaze intentionally–it is unbelievable, awe-full, and at times comical. I am restricted in countless ways, who I can see and where I can go. My day to day work and life are constantly shifting with the onslaught of new information and updated guidelines.
I’ve been struck during this time with the reality that, as disorienting as COVID-19 is, my ‘normal’ life is always held together with a precious precariousness that I actively chose to ignore. I cannot decide if this is comforting or terrifying as I sit in that precariousness now.
Although I typically am able to control much more than I can at the moment, I cannot avoid the uncomfortable reality that much of my life, COVID or not, is out of my control. And naming this somehow invites me to a new sort of freedom–a freedom I would rather avoid.
In the short term, I benefit from the illusion of control. This illusion provides the needed reassurance that I can make plans and move towards new seasons with confidence. Yet, at the same time, my plans and dreams are more often determined by a myriad of factors beyond my reach. Who knows when my childcare will fall through, when my heater will break, when my mom will need a hip replacement, or when a pandemic will strike.
Yet, over a long period of time, I feel a sense of knowing that perpetuating an illusion of control keeps me from the connection and wonder life has to offer. I am not invincible. Those around me are not invincible either. Not one of us is immune to the chaos that can change our lives in a matter of moments. This is the beautiful mess that can bring us together.
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What would happen if I took this season to accept the invitation to face my limitations?
Can I be kind to myself, to my family, and my community in the face of this vulnerability?
How would our world look different if each moment of uncertainty, and there are many, became an opportunity to turn towards one another with compassion?