Making Sense of it All

Boy, did the world serve up a good one this time around. A global pandemic. The planet has quarantined its humans. Businesses have closed their doors, people wear masks on their faces, and governments are doling out money to bail water from a sinking ship. No one — or at least very few — saw this one coming. We’ve been caught with our pants down, and it’s exposed the house of cards we’ve built around us. No one has answers. Uncertainty is now a word we hear every day. And at the tip of it all — fear. A lot of it. And it seems unanimous. Rightly so, but at what ultimate cost? How did we get here? Where’s it all headed? No one knows. Zero answers.

So now what? Wrap yourself in bubble wrap, sit in a dark corner of your house, and hang garlic from your doorway to keep the vampires out? Many have. I can’t. And honestly, I don’t really know what my next move is either — but I do know I would rather feel life than shy away from it in fear. Nor am I an ostrich with its head in the sand. COVID-19 is here, and it’s here to stay. But nothing can take me away from experiencing where truth and life reside.

So, my next step? I have no idea. But when the world is in first gear, it’s an exceptional time to write your first-ever blog post. I’m not looking for an audience. I’m not looking for recognition. I’m not interested in monetizing anything. I’m interested in stepping back and trying to figure this whole thing out — and I’m not just referring to the pandemic.