We are out of our routines.
Even if you’re still going through much of your regular schedule, like me, it’s still disorienting. Even out of the routines, adjusting to so many new things, it feels in a way as if we are stuck. Like it’s Groundhog Day over and over.
Everything is so different yet monotonous and unchanging.
How does that even make sense?
Yet that’s where we are.
There are people I see on a regular basis who I’ve repeatedly asked, “How are you? Are you doing okay? Hang in there. Thanks for all you’re doing.” Not people I know well, just people I’m in contact with regularly. There’s familiarity, yet in the monotony, I want to check in with them. I want to encourage them. I want to be at least one positive person in their day, not demanding anything from them but genuinely concerned and thankful for their contribution as we move through this process together.
Sometimes people are off guard and surprised someone they don’t know well is concerned. Sometimes people remember the next time I see them and are a bit more transparent. Sometimes people apologize as they tear up, because they are just tired and overwhelmed and to have someone acknowledge that’s okay is a lot.
Maybe you’re not out and about. You might not even be aware of how many people are continuing to do their jobs (and jobs that aren’t theirs) under weighted circumstances. But there are people in your circle who are doing just that. And it’s hard. Reach out. Send a text. Write a card. Make a phone call. Wave to your neighbors. Be kind.
They might not be able to see a smile behind your mask, but smiles are received through compassion, concern, and respect.