I see you, peeking your head out. As if asking 'is it time? Is it MY turn now?? Is she ready for ME???'
I see you and I honor you and I gently put your back in my body. As if saying 'no, honey. It is not time. Do not be swayed by the voices of others.'
And then.... you peek out again, saying 'but...but... but...' and I gently put you back and then again we have this back and forth game that doesn't seem to end. But it's okay. Because I GET you, Panic. You are simply... panicked. I get you.
Especially since lately it seems like your kind has had its reasons to panic. Many reasons.
One of them - the widely infectious Omicron Variant of Covid 19.
And the thing about collective panic, as you know, is that it tempts you to peek out and want to join the herd of Panics out there. And when I don't let you - I'd like to think you get mad at me for that but secretly respect my reluctancy to panic and my 'cool girl' vibe, but in reality - you probably don't care about anything other then TO SURVIVE.
So in a way... Your entity is being my very own PANIC ROOM, and it's up to ME to choose to walk in the room.
Today I managed to tuck you in, but who knows what tomorrow'll bring.
Possibly - a sound reason to PANiC.
Until you peek out again....
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman