After receiving my Super Soldier Serum (an awesome joke made by Rebecca as we received our second vaccine dose in the midst of a proper Marvel movie binge a couple of weeks ago), I'm starting to think more about the future. Many of my thoughts are hopeful, as I anticipate being reunited with friends and family. Still, it is in character that there are things I'm worried about as I ponder piecing my public life back together.
I've been lucky to keep my job through the pandemic, but the texture of my work life has changed quite a lot. While I often struggle with the isolation of working at home, I'm blissfully apart from the rat race that characterized life in New York a little over a year ago.
I don't miss the grinding commute. I don't miss hemorrhaging dollars just to leave my apartment on a daily basis. I don't miss the aggressive postures of many workaday New Yorkers. I don't miss my own aggressive posture, which I assumed the moment that I left home each morning. I don't miss feeling the constant need to refine my presentation. I don't miss my old wardrobe or my uncomfortable shoes. Putting aside the sundry built in traumas of the past year, I might actually be more relaxed than I once was. It will be an interesting project to determine what we return to, and what we leave behind from the old world. I don't want it to be the same. I hope we have learned something.
Fall out of bed
Wake the moment you hit the floor
Out the door
Dress to kill
Spending every dime to kill some more
All the time
Just like before
Once or twice
Look up from the ground into the sky
To wonder why