488 days of this coronacoaster… is there still hope? Well… here’s hoping!
Johannesburg, South Africa (27 July 2021) – First we were panic buying toilet paper, then we started baking banana bread; there may have been some clapping at 7, jogging between 6 and 9 and pineapple beer in the middle.
And now it seems between the missing 10 babies and the Durban riots, we’ve reached a part of this pandemic where Capetonians are protesting to stop wearing masks… or alternatively, you can join the hiking groups every Saturday.
Good grief, this coronacoaster is something else… do you remember the good old days when all we wanted to go to war for was roast chickens and open-toed shoes?
Those were the days. Actually, they weren’t. Those days sucked, and I’m glad that we got through them, but even with all the craziness going on right now – which can feel really overwhelming – I kind of feel like we’ve starting to move forward, slowly… but we’re doing it.
The active cases are coming down, the vaccinations are ramping up, we can drink beer in restaurants, and the economy feels like it’s opening (I was booked for 3 talks yesterday alone).
It kind of feels like good things are happening again.
I mean, the mystery of that blue couch has kinda been solved, Tatjana just won a silver at the Olympics, Mighty Mack has been taken off the ventilators, South Africans are rallying together to Rebuild SA, two of my friends who have not worked in almost a year have just found jobs, and Andrew and I survived COVID (and we’re flipping healthy again)!
Oh, we’re even planning our first big holiday… like on an island… after almost 500 days of being in our house.
Plus, we can buy roast chickens.
Ja, good things are happening. I guess the way we see the world depends mainly on how we look at it.
So here’s hoping you look for the good. Here’s hoping you find it! And most importantly… here’s hoping that all the incredible opportunities find you along the way too.
That’s it. Here’s hoping. Love you. Bye.
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