Waiting is the Hardest Part

Lately it seems like we're all fighting the battle of hurry up and wait. We wait on government announcements, we wait to see if our kids are educating in school or if they've been moved back to online educating, we wait on restrictions to be lifted, we wait in lines because of restrictions, we wait on mail and packages because everything is delayed. Things basically seem like they're beyond our control. The current chaos that we're living in greatly affects some while barely affecting others.

With the recent rollout of tougher restrictions in my province to stop the spike, flatten or bend the curve, stop the ICU's from becoming overwhelmed it hits home that we're 15 months into this and we're still riding the same roller coaster. Even though we're nauseous and waiting for this ride to stop the carnies running this shit show just keep sending us on another lap.

My heart goes out to the kids who were having normalcy by being in school surrounded by their peers and friends. I feel for the kids who knowing full well they weren't going to get any games or tournaments this season kept pushing themselves at their sports practices, building skills, gaining confidence and practicing resilience. For some of these kids sports is their church, where they go to find inner peace, to get away from the day and find solace from all the things they can't control. As adults we think we have it hard navigating through this, but we never stop and think how is it actually affecting our kids.

I grew up in a time where the street lights were my curfew, my neighbourhood was my playground. We drank out of random garden hoses in people's yards when we were thirsty because there was no way we were going home before dark. We came home bloodied, bruised and banged up from the day and our parents never questioned what shenanigans we were up to unless you were missing teeth, had broken bones or the little old bitty down the street called to rat you out. Kids these days will never understand that. They'll never understand the joy of running the neighbourhood or town without a care in the world. They're conditioned to listen to the media, follow trends, feel connected by apps and texting. Follow the rules and you'll get a pat on the back. Since when did calling in and ratting out your neighbour for having 4 people over become something to celebrate? The rules don't make sense, They're confusing. Life as a kid or teenager is confusing enough with all the hormones, peer pressure, trying to find their place in the world, now they have to ask themselves if it's ok to hug Grandma, or is that against the rules?

To all of those who are struggling, I say go out and hug your fucking Grandma.

Life is short. Enjoy it!!!!

For my fellow Canadians, go out and enjoy the rest of your long weekend! To the rest of you, whatever you're doing, I hope you're enjoying yourselves!