I call it the Coronavirus 80’s flashback. For me the word quarantine conjures up images of Elliot and ET surrounded by a sterile plastic tent and giant adults in white hazmat suits. Maybe Steven Spielberg knew something we didn’t.
When the quarantine came into effect, my momma bear instincts immediately took over. I felt power in making my nest safe and secure for everyone in it. The first weekend was oddly fun…Monopoly (I won both times), puzzles, happy hour with a great cheese platter. Texts and emails of toilet paper panic rooms and talking dogs made us laugh, even if it was nervous laughter. I was glued to the news.
As I write this blog, we are heading into week 3 of quarantine. The novelty has worn thin. Lines have been drawn and territories established on who hangs out where during the day. My family and I operate with a loose routine of school, eating, work, eating, exercise, eating, cooking, eating, cleaning, eating and relaxing. Oh yeah…and eating.
My weekly outing of grocery shopping, armed with a mask and gloves, has earned me a masters in sanitation. Coming home from the market is an exercise in mental madness. Have I disinfected the packaging? Is the produce clean? Did I disinfect with the clean exposed hand, the gloved hand, or both? Should I wash my hands again? How long does it take for the virus to die on which surface? Can the virus really live that long in the freezer? My head hurts thinking about it.
I find images of the Coronavirus quite beautiful and provocative. Such irony for something so deadly. With its beautiful curves dotted with barnacles, I imagine it floating in the ocean and not wreaking havoc on dry land. Am I in panic mode? Absolutely not. Are the extreme measures and sacrifices being made necessary? I’m not sure, but my great grandmother died of the great Spanish flu pandemic in 1918 so I’m compelled to follow best practices.
How am I taking back control when the world feels out of control? How am I managing my anxiety and fears with this unpredictable situation? While some days are better than others, I’m finding ways of Discovering my Power, My Way to get from one moment to the next. My DYP Emergency Kit during quarantine includes:
These are some of the things which are working for me, but it’s not perfect. I have emotional days and feelings of uncertainty. Our family gets cabin fever and we take a break when we need it. On occasion, I hideout in my closet. Nothing is fool proof, but like most people, we are doing the best we can. My emergency kit is an on-going process, what works today may not work tomorrow. With absolute confidence and certainty, I know my personal power will help me ride this storm. With absolute confidence and certainty, I know each of us possesses our own personal power to get through this, because our power is unlimited and everywhere, as long as we are open to the possibilities. Please share how you #DYPQuarantine, your #DYPemergencykit and how you are #Discovering Your Power, Your Power.
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