As an introvert, I’ve been practicing social distance all my life, so you’d think this forced isolation would be a piece of cake for me. It’s that other part of my personality—the part that doesn’t like being told what to do—that wants to rebel.
You don’t need me to tell you that last week was crazy. As people hoarded toilet paper, schools closed, sports, entertainment, and other events were cancelled, and the world went mad, I tried to lead my normal life with increased hand washing.
I went out to breakfast three times and lunch once plus to a drive thru and takeout once. I went to the gym at my regular times, and when people said, “See you next week,” I said I wouldn’t bet on it. I felt pretty sure the recreation centers would be closed next week. I was right.
On Saturday, I ran a few errands—picked up an online order at Michael’s, bought a few things at the Dollar Tree, and filled my tank with gas because, well, you never know.
And that was that. I came home to hunker down.
Sunday morning, I attended my first virtual church service. Our staff did a terrific job of making it as inspiring as possible. When the first hymn started, I burst into tears thinking of all my friends sitting at their computers all over town singing Come Thou Font of Every Blessing, making a joyful noise alone.
That was the first time I cried for our lost way of life, but it won’t be the last.
The truth is that I am just bewildered. I have no idea what to do in this unprecedented global disaster. In my 72 years, I have never experienced anything even a little bit like this.
Maybe in a week or so, when this becomes our new normal, we will all adjust. Meanwhile, I’m sad and scared and wondering which friends and family I may lose. Or maybe I’m the one who’ll be gone. I’m dazed and confused, but soldiering on.