Seasons happen. By now many of us will likely be gearing up for more extreme measures of social isolation or are already dealing with cabin fever. My grandmother used to say, “Step by step.” She wasn’t even a tap dancer, but she got it.
She understood that every day would bring its own challenges. That each day was an opportunity to live well in that day. She understood that we should meet that day. Each day in its own time. Step by step, day by day.
Thinking this way may keep us from having to bear the full weight of the larger (maybe unanswerable) question of “when will this end?”
Keep your eyes and ears open to what’s around you. Meet the day. One day at a time.