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No Plans, Just Now

Liked Groundhog Day But Kinda Evil by Craig Mod (craigmod.com)

There have been many strange a horrible things about these last eighteen months of pandemic uncertainty, but one of the strangest (for this fellow, anyway) has been the abject inability to plan anything further out than a few weeks or maybe a month or two at a stretch.

“Meaning, the last eighteen months have been typified by a frustrating balancing act of risk vs. mental health.”

“I try to plan the coming months and come up short. How can I make a plan for October when the end of August is so unknowable.”

“For me, this re-centering of life around the now is novel. Pre-pandemic I was always six to eighteen months out, rarely in the moment. But now the now is all we can depend on.”

“One definition of being an adult might be: To divine hope from hard truths. The hard truth I’ve been operating under these last eighteen months has simply been: I don’t know, and neither does anyone else, really.”

We’ve been playing this game all summer, hoping to take a vacation, but watching cases creep and then shoot up, weighing new information come out about lowered vaccine efficacy, and feeling too unsure to book anything. We finally decided we need a break, and to use up some vacation hours, so we’re going to take a staycation in September 😔

By Tracy Durnell

Writer and designer in the Seattle area. Freelance sustainability consultant. Reach me at tracy.durnell@gmail.com. She/her.

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