Today much like any other day, is just another day in my so called quarantine life. It’s been 70 days since this pandemic has become my new reality. For the most part I am in good spirits and looking for the light at the end of the tunnel. But at the same time, I have had more migraines in the past 2 months than I have ever had in my whole life. I don’t know if this is related, but my dreams have been incredibly vivid and more wild. I remember specific details and conversations within my dreams. I am now meditating twice a day. First thing when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I do before I go to bed. Meditation has been the best remedy, helping me survive day to day in my so called quarantine life.
Many businesses have reopened again but protective wear and disinfecting protocol have been mandated. Parks are allowing people to gather in small groups. Most restaurants are takeout only or curb side pickup. Some stores in the malls have reopened. But only department stores with a direct entrance. This means no stores in the middle of the mall are open. I’m seeing a lot less people wearing masks and not abiding by the physical distancing rules. Either people don’t care or have totally lost their minds. Being cooped up indoors is not normal. Not seeing friends or family is not normal. But at the same time, people still need to be cautious and beware of a second wave of the virus that is coming.
I can honestly say I was the type of person who absolutely hated video calls. But during these couple months I’ve really grown to love the video calls. I’ve had so many video calls for birthdays, theme parties, random day chats, baby showers, graduation, reunions and work conference calls. Even though a lot of the conversation is the same and how people are surviving and getting though this life, I’m ever so grateful for all the chats. I always feel so uplifted and full of love after all the calls. I’m more social over video calls, compared to how I was before being social and going out with friends. I virtually teach boxing 3 times per week and teach a HIIT class on the other 2 days. Basically video calls has become a way of life for me. Video chat calls has been the second best remedy during my so called quarantine life.
During one work video meeting we discussed all the protocol going forward. It’s become a waiting game. Waiting to hear from the government, if massage therapy services will be allowed to open up again and when to the public. I absolutely love what I do. I take pride in the healing touch I provide to my patients. But the thought of having to wear basically something like a hazmat suit sounds totally off putting to me. Not too mention people are paying top dollar to have a relaxing experience. The sounds of squeaky gloves, crinkly protective gown and muffled words under a mask does not seem like a very luxurious experience at all. It sounds like a nightmare to be honest.
After it’s all said and done. I am hopeful. I am confident. I believe business will be better than ever and will be booming again once we are allowed to open the doors to the public. I can’t wait to return to work. I miss work. I miss my patients. I miss the therapeutic touch. I miss working hard for my hard earned dollar. I am grateful the government is able to help me out financially during this time, but I want to work. I enjoy work. I love work. At the end of the day, I’m going to continue to do my part to keep myself and other people safe. All I can hope is that others will do the same. Who knows what tomorrow brings, but I plan to make everyday the best day.
I’m grateful to be alive.
Memoirs of an Emotional Fish 