I know the day by events that happen. For example, I know that today is either Tuesday or Friday because it is trash day. And since I had a radio show yesterday, it must mean it is Tuesday.
Medical workers deserve a monument on the Washington Mall. And we all should have a new appreciation for the people who keep our economy moving — those who drive the trucks, stock the shelves and clean the places where we go for example.
When a cold goes into your chest, you get really sick and you can’t get tested, your brain will place you on a ventilator 100 times an hour until you get better.
I have gained 10-lbs. –– of hair. I look like I stepped out of 1986.
People are going through all five stages of grief: Denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance and are expressing it on Social Media. Acceptance is hard to attain but is the place where we have to be to move into the new normal. I continue to bounce around from anger to depression and acceptance.
My calendar reminds of events that have been cancelled. Pop-up reminders mock me as I mourn.
Human beings are resilience and adjust well — and will complain the whole time they do it.
Everyone has lost something: A job, a prom, a graduation, a loved-one, a paycheck — No matter what level of seriousness you think it is, it is devastating to them. Now is a time when we all should be exercising our empathy muscle.
A number is hard to wrap our head around. As I write this, There are 1.01 million confirmed cases in the U.S. (and God knows how many unconfirmed cases). Of the confirmed cases, 114,000 have recovered. And 56,634 have died in two months. Every digit represents a person, a story and a loved one. Every death is someone who died alone.
The relief when your lungs open back up and you finally start feeling human after three weeks of being sick is powerful. Take a deep breath right now. Hold it. Release is slowly. Never take that feeling for granted.
I’m going to get back on my Dave Ramsey plan. We have all learned that six months of savings is a very good idea.
That there are two curves that need to be flattened: The spread of COVID-19 and anxiety. Social distancing and hand washing helps with one. Helping others, staying connected virtually and trying to stay in the moment helps with the other.
People are like oranges: You can tell what it is inside of them when they are squeezed. Some people have risen to the occasion and made masks, given their talents to help others (like musicians playing on Facebook) and lived what they learned in Sunday school. I admire them. The others? No comment.
All the problems I had before the pandemic don’t seem as bad now.
I’ve seen people who are great at business who are (rightfully) scared. I’ve also watched them pivot and adapt.
I’m glad so many companies have my back during “this difficult time.” I just hope they have their employees’ backs.
Leadership hates a vacuum and it has been inspiring to see so many people step up to fill the void from the ground up.
I’ve gotten to know my dog better and she has gotten to know me better. I know I really like her. I’m not so sure that she likes me.
I have gotten very selective about where I get my information. I tend to trust medical sources and reputable media over a meme that Cousin Becky posted on Facebook.
Being a former janitor and a melanoma survivor, I could have told you not to ingest bleach and avoid UV radiation.
People have a right (and need) to vent on social media. I have a right to ignore them if they get abusive. The mute button is brilliant.
You don’t have to correct everyone on Facebook — it’s a waste of energy and time.
I have now made it a month-in-a-half wearing shorts everyday.
I miss eating at restaurants, going to concerts, watching my son run track, speaking in front of large groups, going shopping and not treating it like I am going on a combat mission.
I’ve tried to focus on the positive but I am not denying the negative. I have enjoyed spending time with my three boys, my wife and my dog.
When this happened, I vowed to come out of it better, stronger and more prepared for whatever happens. After a few weeks of being in fight-or-flight mode, I’m finally starting to plan for whatever may happen next.
If I ever do work full-time from home, I will have a separate studio in the house.
Keeping a regular schedule helps with sanity. So does walking in the neighborhood — and it makes my dog happy, too.
I might just get all the way through Netflix. Ozark Season 3 was incredible. Tiger King is way over the top.
I am grateful for the moment and will try to reside there as I prepare for the future and celebrate the past.
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