Scary Stuff

I have always been someone who avoids the nightmarish stories that others love. My imagination makes horror stories come to life and grow and thrive inside my imagination. That being the case, I sensor, sensor, sensor. That or give up sleeping.

The thing is, when the world is shifting under our feet whether because of tectonic plates or the addition of a new virus to which humans have zero immunity, my imagination can be very dangerous. Add to that a President that does not have clear messaging and one that obviously does not value science, and all my worst thoughts have found very fertile ground.

To avoid fatalistic and doomsday thinking, I am focusing instead on supporting other people. In some cases the people I work with, in others, neighbors and friends of the family. I am helping out my dad, as always I am involved in lots of things and staying active and busy is never a problem in my life.

While staying current on the path and development of the virus is important, I force myself not to dwell on it. It would be easy to overthink every sniff, every sneeze, and every cough. It would also make me crazy. While I have no desire to be Typhoid Mary, I also refuse to be the woman in a bubble when there are so many things I can do to help others.

So as I wait to find out if my job is a memory, I am contemplating next steps and what I could do next. Sales jobs are definitely on the chopping block. Preferably I want something that would give me time to write, time for family, and even a few friends.