We're Never Getting Back to Normal, America

As usual, John Pavlovitz nails it with an eloquence I could never hope to match:

Ever since the restrictions and cancellations and changes in response to COVID-19 began a few weeks ago (back before we regularly used terms like social distancing, self-isolation, and flattening the curve), we've all been asking the same question:

"When will things return to normal?"

They won't.

Returning to normal, would involve some precise dividing line by which we could cleanly delineate the end of this event and the beginning of something else coming. It would also suggest that if there were such a line, that we could cross it unencumbered without carrying those days with us. That of course is an impossibility. We can't ever leave anything we experience fully behind, can we?

We're all walking around with the emotional souvenirs of every day we've lived here:
Our experiences all renovate us and reshape us.
We absorb and internalize everything we walk through.
It all gets stored up in our minds and our bodies.
You are the sum total of the blessings and the bruises of this life.
You're collecting both as we speak.

So today you might want to ask yourself:
How are these days renovating me?
What new thoughts am I thinking?
What old wounds and fears are resurfacing?
How am I different than I was a few weeks ago?

Yes, hopefully soon, the spread of the virus will slow and we'll see some of the recognizable rhythms of our life return (going to work, to school, or to sporting events—or being able to find toilet paper without selling an organ on the dark web)—but none of those familiar activities will go unchanged and neither will we.

For months we'll be contending with social distancing, we'll likely be wearing masks when we're shopping and working, and large public events will include all kinds of safety protocols we've never had to contend with.
We'll probably approach air travel and general public spaces very differently, being wary or at least more conscious of other people around us.
If we're responsible human beings, we'll all have to change our social patterns and use caution and restrain ourselves until vaccines are available.
Many of us will have to find new jobs or alter our spending habits or make adjustments in our lifestyles.
We'll need to reschedule events and plans that were interrupted and gain professional momentum that we've lost.
And we'll have to do all this—while heading quickly into the most important election in our lifetimes, with all the upheaval and turbulence that will bring.

Maybe normal is a lot to expect.

I was on a video chat with a group of friends last week, and one of them said, "I don't think we're prepared for the PTSD counseling we're all going to need after this is all over"— and she's right. For a long time we're going to be unpacking the fear and the grief of this season, from the relational collateral damage of being in close quarters with people or from being separated from them, from the time we've lost with those we love, from the anger and resentment we've accrued seeing people around us downplay the tragedy or enable it with carelessness, from the widened political fractures.

So, I'm not sure normal (or the way things were) is a possibility.

Instead of worrying about rewinding back to who you used to be before all of this, consider who you're becoming:
What are you learning about what matters to you?
What are you finding out about yourself?
How are your relationships changing?
What news skills have you acquired?
What old loves have you returned to you?
How are you more aware or appreciative or compassionate because of this?
How are you more fearful or anxious or impatient?

Because the truth is, we don't have normal, we only have the present.

Yesterday, my ten-year old had one of those aha moments children get so frequently, that she wanted to share with me.

"Daddy," she said excitedly, "did you know that the the second you say, 'Now,' it's in the past? Now—now—now!" See—that's already all gone!"

"Yes" I said. "Now is a really difficult place to stay."

We can't really pinpoint when this nightmare season began, because it didn't happen in an instant for us. There were a series of cascading waves of news stories and anecdotal information and announced restrictions, mixed with decisive moments of layoffs or high profile deaths or major cancellations. It all encroached on us steadily but slowly—which is why it isn't going to simply end suddenly. There is no sharp dividing line between this horrible time and a less horrible coming season. There are just a series realizations and realities and connected moments within this day in which we get to choose.

You've been changed by these days and you can't unchange yourself.
People you know are different and they're not going back to who they were.
Families have been altered and they're never going to be the same.
Our communities have been renovated and they can't be restored to their former condition.
Our nation has been irreparably damaged and a full repair isn't possible.

Even when we begin to feel something resembling normal—another threat or challenge will come to interrupt our plans and comfort and security and routine—and we'll have that series of presents to choose within.

So while we're not going to be the same—we can be better.
We can come through this with a different appreciation for the people we love.
We can find gratitude for the simple joys we'd forgotten were so readily available to us.
We can have a greater compassion for the pain of the people around us.
We can aspire to live more intentionally, given that we recognize how fragile life is.

I'm not sure normal is an option, but if we do this right, we'll embrace the new abnormal together.

Be present in today—it's all you have.

A Recap Of The Last Three Weeks

AMERICA: Oh my god! Coronavirus! What should we do?

CALIFORNIA: Shut down your state.

AMERICA: Wait… what? Why?

CALIFORNIA: Because 40 million people live here and we did it early, and it's working.

OHIO: Whoa… whoa… let's not be hasty now. The president said that this whole coronavirus thing is a democratic hoax.

CALIFORNIA: He also said that windmills cause cancer. Shut down your state.

TEXAS: But the president said that we only have 15 cases and soon it'll be zero.

CALIFORNIA: The president can't count to fifteen. Nor even spell it. Shut down your state.

NEW JERSEY: Us too?

CALIFORNIA: Yes, you guys too. Just like when Christie shut down the bridge, but it's your whole state.

FLORIDA: But what about all these kids here on spring break?? They spend a lot of money here!

CALIFORNIA: Those kids invented the tide pod challenge. Shut down your state.

LOUISIANA: But wait let's have Mardi Gras first. It entertains people.

CALIFORNIA: It also kills them. Shut it down.

GEORGIA: Ok well how about we keep the state open for all of our mega churches? Maybe we can all pray really hard until the coronavirus just goes away!

CALIFORNIA: Which is working like a charm for mass shootings. Jesus told us to tell you to shut down your state.

OKLAHOMA: What about the tigers?

CALIFORNIA: What about a dentist. Shut it down.

WYOMING: Hold up, maybe we should go county by county like the president said.

CALIFORNIA: Stop acting like there are counties in Wyoming. There are no counties in Wyoming. Wyoming is a county. Shut it down.

PENNSYLVANIA: But big coal.

CALIFORNIA: But big death. Shut it.

WEST VIRGINIA: But we were the last state to get coronavirus!

CALIFORNIA: And don't make us explain to you why that was. Shut it down.

NORTH CAROLINA: But the republican national convention is coming here!

CALIFORNIA: SHUT… ok fine do what you want.

Prepare For The Ultimate Gaslighting

Ben and I were just discussing this last night.

From Medium:

From one citizen to another, I beg of you: take a deep breath, ignore the deafening noise, and think deeply about what you want to put back into your life. This is our chance to define a new version of normal, a rare and truly sacred (yes, sacred) opportunity to get rid of the bullshit and to only bring back what works for us, what makes our lives richer, what makes our kids happier, what makes us truly proud. We get to Marie Kondo the shit out of it all. We care deeply about one another. That is clear. That can be seen in every supportive Facebook post, in every meal dropped off for a neighbor, in every Zoom birthday party. We are a good people. And as a good people, we want to define — on our own terms — what this country looks like in five, ten, fifty years. This is our chance to do that, the biggest one we have ever gotten. And the best one we'll ever get.

We can do that on a personal scale in our homes, in how we choose to spend our family time on nights and weekends, what we watch, what we listen to, what we eat, and what we choose to spend our dollars on and where. We can do it locally in our communities, in what organizations we support, what truths we tell, and what events we attend. And we can do it nationally in our government, in which leaders we vote in and to whom we give power. If we want cleaner air, we can make it happen. If we want to protect our doctors and nurses from the next virus — and protect all Americans — we can make it happen. If we want our neighbors and friends to earn a dignified income, we can make that happen. If we want millions of kids to be able to eat if suddenly their school is closed, we can make that happen. And, yes, if we just want to live a simpler life, we can make that happen, too. But only if we resist the massive gaslighting that is about to come. It's on its way. Look out.

Read the whole thing here. It's worth your time.

Further Adventures in Cluelessness

Skype me Daddy!

And the beat goes on.

It's said some people as adults have the awareness of a typical three-year old; i.e. their awareness extends to a three foot radius around them and then abruptly ends).

About six weeks ago—before the madness started—we got a request to upgrade the a/v equipment in the main conference rooms on three floors. We were all busy at the time so it got put on the back burner and life went on. Well, today we got an email from one of those perpetually-clueless individuals asking when these upgrades were expected to be completed because, "we have meetings with the public coming up."

Excuse me? Meetings with who? Who is this "public" and who, exactly, is going to be physically coming back into the office to conduct these meetings?

My colleagues and I maintain a group chat via Skype during the day, and even before anyone said anything, I could hear their collective eyes rolling. Finally, my supervisor's boss said, "I. just. can't ," immediately followed by, "I'll take care of it." Less than a minute later we all received a cc'd email to the user reminding her that there was a spending freeze in place for all non-essential purchases and laying out exactly why this project was non-esssential and now officially on hold for the foreseeable future.

I swear that some people—even in the midst of this crisis—continue to think only about about themselves and their needs; that everything is still "business as usual."

Done With It

It should come as no surprise that the same people who wait until the last minute to request VPN to work from home are also the most clueless individuals in our organization.

Those higher up the IT chain have decided that in the interest of corporate security, they need to lock things down a bit, so as of last week we were no longer able to request VPN access for users who were using their personal computers to get on the enterprise network via VPN. Makes sense, considering how vulnerable to attack the vast majority of home PCs are.

So the new protocol requires getting the name of the enterprise PC the users will be taking home, their personal cell number (for 2-factor authentication required for the initial install of the client), and a list of applications they need to access that would be inaccessible if they weren't granted VPN access. Simple stuff, right?

In theory, yes. But then I end up with users like the guy I had today who was requesting VPN for three of his direct reports. First email request asking for these three items was returned with only the PC name for one of his reports. Second was only the list of applications that the three employees would be using. Finally, when I told this user his request could not be fulfilled without the other PC names and cell phone numbers did I get all the info required. "I guess you guys are really busy right now, huh?"

Why yes. Yes we are. Because of people like you who can't read an email all the way through.

After the accounts were created, I sent out emails to the employees, telling them they were set up on the back end and providing instructions on how to install the client on their company devices. As a courtesy I cc'd the guy who'd put in the initial request for them.

I immediately get an email from the genius saying, "[Employee Name] isn't in the office today."

So? SO? How does this affect ANYTHING I just emailed you?

But you know what irritates me more than this generic brand of cluelessness? It's the people that somehow think everything is still business as usual and can't understand that certain things they used to take for granted simply cannot be done at the moment.

No Karen, you can't just "stop by and pick up a projector for a meeting."

Firstly, there's a skeleton crew in the office to begin with and absolutely no one in I.T. is onsite, and secondly, who are you scheduling a meeting with considering no one is in the office?!

SMDH.

I Broke Down Last Night

I thought I'd been handling this self-quarantine, lockdown, whatever-you-wanna-call-it thing pretty well. I'm a homebody at heart, so I figured going into this not leaving the house lifestyle would be a walk in the park.

Well, that was proven wrong last night. It started with a mild headache yesterday afternoon and progressed to an upset stomach. Ben started making dinner and the smells that were coming into the den sent my headache into overdrive. I wanted to wretch. I told him I wasn't at all interested in eating at the time and closed the door.

After Ben had eaten I ventured into the kitchen, where he joined me. I turned to him and started crying. He came in for a hug and I just let loose. I didn't cry when my mom died. I didn't cry when my dad passed. And yet now—for seeming no reason at all, I lost it.

Amazingly after that good cry, the headache was gone as well as my upset stomach.

In his wisdom, Ben suggested we both get out of the house for a while, either together or separately. Cabin Fever was setting in.  And you know I'm stressed when I reach the point I can't spend one more second in front of a screen of any kind, which was exactly where I was.

We didn't make it out last night because it was too late by the time I'd finished dinner, but when we woke today Ben said, "We need to take a drive."

Since the world is on lockdown, we really couldn't—nor did we want to—go anywhere that we'd run into masses of humanity, so we settled on one of the public spaces still open: White Tank Mountain Regional Park.

Back in the early 1970s after moving into our new home at 47th Avenue and Bethany Home Road, my family and I had an unobstructed view of the White Tank Mountains to the west. I often said that once I had my own car, my first destination would be driving out west to see them up close.

You can almost make out the White Tank Mountains through the haze on the horizon. That view doesn't exist any more. (That's my grandfather's 1955 T-Bird that he conveniently got rid of right before I got my drivers's license.)

It took 42-some years to do it, but I finally did when I drove out a few years ago to photograph the White Tank Library. While there I contemplated driving into the park, but for a variety of reasons decided to put it off for another time. It took an additional three and a half years beyond that, but I finally fulfilled my teenage dream of visiting those mountains today.

Deal with it. This is the first new car I've had in thirteen years, and goddamnit, I'm going to photograph the shit out of it.

We both felt much better—much relieved—when we arrived back home this afternoon. Ready to face another week of self-quarantine…

Just Putting This Out Here

Being a photographer is making people see what I want them to see." ~ Ruth Orkin

I'm not saying the City is totally deserted as this video would have you believe, but unless I hear differently from someone with actual boots on the ground, I'm taking this with a small grain of salt.