Much Ado About Something
It is difficult to avoid making references to the pandemic, but something happened yesterday that causes me to vent. My favorite Italian restaurant closed when the lock down was first issued. They were not even open for take out. I wondered if they had closed their doors forever. A couple of days ago I saw they had re-opened for take out and patio dining. Yesterday my friend and I were in the neighborhood again and decided to order a meal to go.
There was a pleasant set up with a table and 2 chairs on the sidewalk right in front of the restaurant. One of the waiters came out to take our order. It was James who I knew from the good old days. You remember the good old days just a few months ago when life was normal? We chatted and I told him how happy I was they had opened up. My friend and I were quite taken aback with what he told us.
He said that every day was a crap shoot (those are my words, not his). Some days were great. Then there were days when customers would come to the restaurant rude and abusive beyond belief. The outrageous behavior was all about face masks and the face shield James was wearing. They wanted the masks to be removed. James handled the situation very well.
The mask situation is something that really gets to me. It is a simple, yet proven effective method in limiting the spread of the corona virus. Of course, it has to be accompanied by physical distancing and hand washing as we all know. I just don’t see this as any kind of hardship considering the alternative.
Can anybody explain to me why there is the entitlement, the selfish irresponsibility, touting the impingement of freedom, etc.? We are all going through these difficult times. I have to wonder if these no maskers have ever stopped to think how life would be for them living in a country with no clean water, no electricity, poor access to regular food, limited health care. Maybe they prefer ventilators to masks. It baffles me. Such a small ask that could make a big difference. Being quarantined for so long and limited to where we can go is no excuse for bad behavior. End of vent.
I certainly get squirrely periodically like most. Sometimes I stay squirrely and not worry about it. Other times I try to focus on hope and gratitude. Hope is all about future possibility. It’s about having a vision of something to look forward to and developing some ideas to achieve it. Hope can be in the short term as well. What can I do tomorrow that will be fun, challenging, service oriented or whatever is appealing? Any step forward to living well means hope is present.
The second component is gratitude. There is so much that has already been offered to us about gratitude on TV, books, personal stories, TED talks, that I don’t need to become a redundancy. In the midst of an adversity it can be difficult to flip a switch and suddenly feel full of gratitude. If we can find a way to steer ourselves in that direction, it will make a huge difference. We cannot be grateful for everything, but in a single moment we can be grateful for something. Personally, I am hoping to stockpile those moments.
Comments are welcomed.