One year older; maybe one year wiser. One year more tired and in some ways sadder.
And in some ways, happier.
I’ve been trying to sort out my thoughts of the past year (really, fourteen or fifteen months) basically since its beginning. So much has happened. Even just focusing on the pandemic, there’s too much to put plainly or politely. If you’ve had an in-person conversation with me about 2020 and ongoing, chances are I’ve used a few choice words, probably more than a few times.
Here’s the thing. I have been angry this entire time. Very long and detailed stories short, as a person who was (and still is in some ways) high risk for severe health problems and death if I were to catch Covid-19, most of the last year plus I have felt reduced to a statistic that no one truly cares about. That’s plenty to make someone angry for a continuous time.
I’ve been watching since March 2020. Since February 2020, really, before we knew what was going on and before we knew for sure it had reached my state. Trust me, I saw the social media posts with unmasked gatherings and claims that the pandemic was fake. I also researched to find out what my risks were and who had done the research behind the fact-finding. Yes, ultimately we can only control ourselves, but what people who gave me that advice maybe didn’t consider is that I was doing just that so I could make the best choice for myself when I was forced to be around others who made choices that could endanger my life.
Yes, we control only ourselves. But that doesn’t mean we live in a vacuum or that our choices can’t hurt others.
So when others made choices that could easily hurt (or kill) me, I took note.
Hence the anger, hence the tiredness. And so much sadness, frustration, and disappointment.
I was watching.
Yes, we control only ourselves. But that doesn’t mean we live in a vacuum or that our choices can’t hurt others.
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This is something that is on one hand easy for me to talk about. I’ve learned how to advocate for myself over the years. Sometimes I come across as brash, but I know what I need and I know from experience and a lifetime of hedge words that “nice” words won’t always be heard.
For many reasons, whenever I have anger I think that makes me a terrible person. Truth is, most of the time when I’m angry I try extra hard to control my words. Doesn’t mean I won’t curse, but it does mean I will focus on not being cruel or misunderstood. (If I’ve lost that control, y’all, I’m effin’ pissed and you won’t see me much angrier ever.) I check myself a lot and I ask others who know me well to check me.
So, on the other hand, talking about my experiences during the pandemic — which is not yet over, sad but true, which means I’m still watching — is difficult. Hedge words are my sarcasm. And sometimes they are my hedge words. Makes it a bit hard to be clear, doesn’t it?
Half the time, I don’t expect to be understood. That probably doesn’t give enough credit to the people I’m talking with. True, sometimes I’m not. But sometimes I am, and deeply so. And that leads me to the happier part of this post.
The people who get it, who love me so much, and who have listened to me for this past year and longer…they have given me something that makes me feel six feet tall.
I am six feet tall.
But I don’t usually feel that big, or that it’s okay to take up that much space.
Instead of feeling like a giant goddess, elegant and important and regally imposing, I usually feel like an intimidated shrimp. Easy to brush aside, easy to ignore.
Feeling small and unwanted makes for a pretty awkward way to travel through life when you are taller than average for most other women and a good percentage of men.
But, and this is the most beautiful part of this entire past year for me personally: this past weekend, celebrating my completion of thirty-three times around the sun with sweet family and dear friends, I felt rich with life and love, valued for who I am and my experiences, and wanted for my presence.
I didn’t just feel six feet tall.
I felt infinite.
So, once more around the sun. Older, maybe wiser. Tired, yes, and with new sadness. And so much love.
Oh, so much love.