Wow. It’s been a rough four months. Hasn't it?
When it Started:
Friday, March 13, 2020 was the day THE COVID REALITY sunk in and I understood my life and work was going to change. . . immediately.
The next morning I wrote “Clarity in Crisis”, back when my priority concerns were canceled events and canceled vacation reservations - plus my dad’s pending non-essential heart procedure.
In the beginning, my mindset was "for a few weeks." I recall my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets when a colleague suggested I plan for what then seemed a incomprehensible: 12-weeks of being confined at home.
Probably 10 weeks, but plan for 12.
Just in Case. Incomprehensible.
It Didn't Get Easier. . .
In late May my heart ached and my gut knotted-up as the US moaned and mourned and clenched its fists and took a stand via a variety of responses to a suffocating knee on the neck of George Floyd as he gasped...