Here we are at Day 11 of unhealthy air (I think? It’s just starting to feel like the new normal and I’m not even really keeping track anymore) and it’s filling me with compassion for all sorts of plights.
I still have a roof above my head and food to eat and the basic ability to just put on my N95 mask and go about my business. Sure, by the end of the day my eyes hurt and my head hurts and everyone I talk to is a little bit crabby because their eyes and their heads hurt, too. But what I’m really noticing is how much worse it could be.
Just imagine if my family had narrowly escaped the ferociously fast-moving Camp Fire flames, lost our home, and gained massive financial and emotional burdens in the process. Or just imagine any other number of exponentially more traumatizing outcomes than enduring 11 days of unsafe air. It could be so much worse.
What we are experiencing has filled me with a desire to reach out and save everyone, everywhere, and because that is wholly impossible, has simultaneously filled me with a peaceful belief that people are just incredible. We persist, and persist, and persist.
We can control none of our experiences but we can control all of our reactions to them. Right now, I am choosing to be amazed at my own resiliency, and the resiliency in all of us.
Happy Sunday and thanks for reading.