Into the Great Whatever...The 30 Day Return Policy

Last night, before I went to bed, I looked out of the window at the rain soaked streets with such longing, I felt like I was a character in a 1980's teenage romance movie looking at the girl of my crush going to the prom with someone else. This can't be good...

Today was an exceptionally beautiful day outside and all I could do was go out and get something from the car and take out the trash. There were tons of people going parks in New Jersey, not to mention people getting out all over the country. But, isn't this like gambling with you and everyone else in the game? Again, I am here is New Jersey and NYC had an uptick in deaths recently after dropping. The idea of being somewhere as big as Arizona with massive amounts of space everywhere seems amazing right now.

I've been thinking about the whole thirty day return policy stores seem to have. That also applies to doing any new habit. If you can do it for that amount of time, you just keep doing it. We have been in this new space for almost two months and we are looking at a full season inside this internal exile. The voices the scream, "We must be apart for the betterment of all!!!" ring out here on the East Coast with good reason and (hopefully) good will. But,  we are country, not fifty islands.

This is about biology and not rhetoric. Everyone can talk a good game until their hospitals are over flowing and funerals are turned into lame kabuki-parodies of all that once was before all this came in without welcome. I am very very very aware from personal experience about the deep genetic need for ritualistic closer following death. When the funeral ritual starts getting edited for safety, you know things have crashed the barricade into the unknown and unwanted. This is the way it is here on the East Coast of America. I doubt the central states where all this is headed will bow kindly to the gravity of self-preservation collapsing ritual, memory, and desire.

Can we at least all agree that, in the end, outside of parents for their children and the sacred few romantics who are not married or parents, it is every human for themselves? This is NOT a bad thing within the Bell Curve, so hold off on the anger and hatred towards the greatness of humanity!

We are now, believe it or not, showing out best selves! We are staying at home. We are NOT going out. We ARE shining out from the abyss with a great determination and hope....and caring. Seriously. At least for now, here, within the first season of the 21st Century Plague. We, as a collective, for the most part, acted upon out best selves....for the most part.

We passed the thirty day return policy and didn't refund our best selves.....for now.