Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes.

One day we may all look at this time in our lives...
And laugh.
And cry.
And remember.

We may be telling our grandchildren: 'You know, when I was your age, the entire world shut down because of a rapidly spreading infectious virus, which lead to political movements and collapses unlike anything the world has ever seen before, globally!'

Or we may say to our grandchildren over and over again: 'Watch your hands twenty seconds honey. Better safe than sorry...' And while they roll their eyes at us, our sons or daughters will come to our rescue and whisper to the grandkids: 'Don't mind grandma. She went through Covid.' 

We may be reminiscent of this time in our lives and of our communities coming towards each other. 

Or we may be shaking our heads in disbelief, at how divided our communities have been during this crisis. 

We may count our blessings and be grateful to have survived. 

We may mourn those we have lost.

We may not think much of it at all. Maybe we'll even block this era from our brains. As if it never even happened..

Be it what may, changes are happening on a personal and a collective scale.

Personally, this era's pause in time, gave me a gift of appreciating time. I no longer will waste it on anything that doesn't sit well with me. That isn't aligned with me. That isn't filling my gut with butterflies, rather than dread. Whether it is whoever I work with, in a relationship with, am friends with, what information I take in, what source, what entertainment I absorb, and so on.
 
Valuing my time, means setting boundaries for anything that isn't nourishing and fulfilling.  

But also remembering that nourishment and fulfillment can be UNCOMFORTABLE. Discomfort is often where growth and change happen for me.

And the art of distinguishing between what is truly nourishing, and what is a waste of my newly crowned precious time...?

Well, that's another lesson to learn, another seed of growth to plant, and another change to go through. Here's to ch-ch-ch-changes!