Yesterday, my sister, Lauren, said she’d had no knowledge of Steven’s testing positive for COVID. I wonder if that info had been sent to her on a text thread received by several members of our family. But then, perhaps not as Lauren and I’d readily agreed that it’s been hard to tell what’s up with the state of her mind and mine, most especially over these past three worrisome months.
As I’ve continued to remind myself that the majority of my anxiety has been concerned with so much that’s beyond my control—this week, I noticed that the level of my anxiety has lessened, day by day, suggesting that conversations I’ve chosen to have with myself, while quarantining, may be insulating my think tank from absorbing the anxiety of my loved ones, which naturally had empathetically compounded my own..
👩🏻 Annie
PS
Having spoken with her son, my sister received confirmation of my having sent a group text to their family in which Steven’s testing positive had been mentioned. Though I’d thought that was the case, I’ve come to see that thinking myself ‘right’ has lost its importance when, in fact, so much continues to feel so terribly wrong throughout our entire our world.
(❤️🎂Being that today is Jan. 5th, 2022, I’d like to wish my sister, Lauren, a happy and healthy 74th birthday with many more to come. The photo below reflects happier times as it was taken four years ago at our wonderful 50th wedding anniversary party, hosted and planned by our three sons.)
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