Saw this meme on Facebook for someone saying goodbye to family that was moving away. In reality they will see this person again. Yet, a change is difficult.
Currently, in this age of Covid (STILL), it seems like we keep saying goodbye to a concept of life...a freedom we had...that may never be the same again.
It's been over a year and six months and I still consider activity choices, assess the situation just walking into a store, or question who I wish to be with.
The uncertainty. The unknown.
I was good for awhile. Now I'm back to uncertainty. I actually booked a flight to PA to see my dad in a few weeks. I need to use a ticket from 2020. BUT, now I'm second guessing, I'm fretting, and I hate that, and then I worry.
And I'm mad. Very mad at (to me) those who've just ignored caring about others, who've ignored some common sense, who don't give a rip, and it's caused this whole mess to go on and on and on and on.
Thanks for reading my rant. Happy Monday??