Bubbling in The Time of Corona Virus

​Hmm....Level 2 today. There are a few things I've noticed since the announcement that we'd be moving towards this ease of restriction. For me there was such a sweet settling into a slower pace of life. It's my natural way of being so it was quite delicious in many ways. More Being and much less doing. No rushing, no getting to point B or C or D. And this, for once, felt supported by the world in lockdown.

As everything begins to open again, I notice a slight pressure (is that the right word...not sure) - or at least an invitation to do again, to fall into the old habits of keeping busy, to go out there and buy.
To move about and get somewhere, to do something, and just, even for a moment, stave
​off that edge of boredom.

​This too is just as much a transition for many of us, I suspect, as was that first move into our
​nest building at home.

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I've decided to listen to my inner urging towards quiet instead. There's some fear and apprehension mixed in with that urge to stay put. A tug of a question arises: shouldn't I get out there and live the way I used to? And a bit of guilt for not really wanting to perhaps.
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Guilt and fear are here to be listened to just as much as any other emotion. And they tell me we're not ready to be out there doing business as usual. I wonder if we're jumping the gun and haven't quite learned what we need to learn yet about taking care of ourselves and each other, about taking care of the world.
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So if you, like me, plan to remain more or less bubbled even through Level 2, please know you're not alone in feeling a multitude of emotions even as the rest of the world may seem to be celebrating Level 2. My guess is there's more to the story than just the "Yay, we're free to go out again. So excited." posts we've been seeing on Facebook. This is part of the story, but by far not all there is.