Side Effects of the Coronavirus Include...
Could this pandemic do the unthinkable? Could Coronavirus make me an outdoor person? It just might be possible. At a time of such uncertainty but such political correctness, let me be clear: I’m not making fun of the Coronavirus, I’m making light of it. And humor is how I cope—so bear with me.
First and foremost, I’d like to thank my mountains. On a serious note though, I can’t fully express how grateful I feel to be able to escape to a place that still allows me to feel the sun on my face and enjoy the natural decompressor that is nature. I recognize that not everyone has this luxury or privilege, especially in the city, and so I remind myself to appreciate and take advantage of it everyday.
But this leads me to my next point—I’m not really an outdoor person, so this is new territory. Don’t get me wrong, I love being outside, I just don’t want to sit in the dirt and touch bugs and all that earthy stuff. I’d rather enjoy the rustle of the trees and feel the breeze… from the comfort of my porch while sipping coffee out of a pottery mug like the grandma I am. This is my compromise with nature, a nice 50/50, but I fear we’re in the midst of a rearrangement.
Here it is: I’ve been spending more time outside. I painted on my porch picnic table for hours the other day. I’ve been going for RUNS. I’ve been smelling the air. Yes, this probably has to do with the fact that the farthest I can go is basically my backyard, but I’ll take it. I have to do something to escape the impending weird humor that is my family.
The outside world as I like to call it, is pretty dang nice when you actually stop to notice it. All this talk about Coronavirus being a reset for the planet might be right, because step by step (but not too many! Social distancing!) I’m starting to become an outdoor person.
(For clarification: / out’ dôrz / - anywhere out of my front door… and up to the sidewalk)