Pressure: pushing down on me,
Pressing down on you, no man ask for,
Under pressure that burns a building down
- Queen and David Bowie
Longing for a sense of normalcy, I have been doing the Orangetheory at home workouts. It isn't quite the same without my gym family around me, but I seem to be sticking with it and getting it done anyway. However, I should probably apologize to OTF corporate for muting their music and choosing instead the Bon Jovi station that today played this oh so appropriate song during a punishing core blast. Now having the ability to do COVID testing is bringing with it a very busy season at work. My time on my days off is largely being spent on the phone with nervous employees, arranging schedules and working on work flow. Adding to this are my duties as elementary teacher, mom of stir crazy children and CEO of two businesses. Tonight I find myself wishing for a normal day like the ones I had in February where my biggest frustrations were making sure the kids got up on time for the bus and repeating the speech that follows,"you have the flu" to patients dozens of times a day.
That's the terror of knowing,
What this world is about.
Watching some good friends screaming,
"Let me out!"
With all these things running around my thoughts I am suddenly thinking about what an amazing thing it is to have my nine year old standing in front of me, barefoot, carefully roasting his marshmallow as he narrates the process as if he is the star of his own YouTube channel.....he wishes.... After weeks of horrible weather, being cooped up inside, and using the phrase,"I'm bored" like a comma, yes this was a welcome site.
Insanity laughs under pressure
As I tuned into the commentary that followed, I couldn't help but smile, and eventually burst out laughing,"You have to turn it slowly. Don't put it too close to the fire. It's slow and steady rotation until it is the color of mom's arm. Be sure it does not end up the color of my arm." He is a very dark skinned Haitian. In his mind a marshmallow that color is clearly ruined. My daughter was commenting it would ok if it were her color, as she is lighter skinned, and so it went, until I had my 14 year old chiming in with his expertise. The reality is all five of my children have a different approach to marshmallows, everything from the immediate jamming into the fire, lighting it up and waiting to eat it until it is a charred gooey mess, to slow roasting, to nearly raw, sparking an intelligent epic debate defending their point of view, which led to a full on fireside taste test, and a realization, there are other ways to approach the process that taste just as good and at times even better.
Having to adjust to this pandemic has been a challenge for sure, in fact I personally have had several runs at trying to establish a new "normal." Some things have ended up a charred gooey mess, like when I tried to pluck my own eyebrows, and others roasted perfection like realizing as much as I miss my gym family and cannot wait to work out with them again, I am more than capable of keeping myself going on my own workouts, a notion I never could have conceived of five years ago.
This is our last dance,
This is our last dance,
This is ourselves
At the end of the day, I think the trick is to realize although we may have all been given the same pandemic marshmallow, it's all in the approach as to how we make it as palatable as it can be while not being afraid to change trajectory when the approach no longer tastes good. As we begin to wind down with the corona pandemic and things begin to reopen, it is my hope that in final days of the last dance of isolation we take the time to try new things to help us find the best version of ourselves to launch into our new normal. Only there we will be able to look ahead and see the best is yet to come.
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