Shortly before the COVID-19 global pandemic forced us all to shelter in place, I received this write-in. Truth be told, I put it aside, because I had no idea how to respond. Over the past two months, tucked away at home, life as I knew it gone in an instant, my own demons began to make appearances—anxiety, existential dread, grief—sure, some days felt liberating, but many others unraveled me. I must acknowledge that the column to follow is no exception to the insight: we teach what we need to learn.
How do I start caring again? What I mean is that as a rule, I find I don’t want anything, and if I do sort-of want something, I don’t care that I want it. I do like my Sunday mornings out for breakfast as my only me time, and “Oh hey, you want join me…okay…” Or, I may need to buy a car part to make my car better, but “oh, you need money to get a hotel room so your daughter can tour the college she has been accepted at…okay, here is $150…whatever…doesn’t matter…I don’t really need it…” Hell, I don’t really need anything, or really anyone. Continue reading