Six months ago, our government asked us to stay home to avoid spreading the Coronavirus. No one expected that we would be home this long. I am in a situation I never thought I would have to face.
I am not sick, which is good. I am, however, trying to keep my spirits up. All my plans are impossible now. Or, at the very least, not possible NOW.
I hear people say they are trying to figure out what the new normal is going to be. And I hear other people say normal is never going to happen again.
But I never wanted to be normal.
I am thinking of a life maxim I found years ago. This was a time when I felt trapped and hopeless. Everything was impossible.
But if everything was impossible, then everything was equally possible. It’s algebra.
This maxim lets me shift my focus on the other variable in the equation. There is some possibility in everything.
It may be small, but I can look for it. Or I can believe in it.
Right now, looking for it takes imagination. What will be possible?
What can I imagine and what can I plan for?
I would love to go to Paris. That is something I can plan for. I can make sure I have a passport, and I can think of what I will pack. That is practical imagination.
I like my career, but what if I imagined a better one? What would that be like? What kinds of things would I need to know to make that upgrade? What could I start to work on?
Normal was a long time ago. This is a time for imagination. This space is intentionally blank. And I plan to fill it with intention.
What else is possible?