Shh… don't tell anyone I'm poor. They all think I'm living frugal and green just like everyone these days. This is a blog about a senior citizen living a frugal life, on a fixed income, in a low income food desert, and passing along knowledge from lessons learned. Some she learned from her Grandma Mama many years ago and some learned only a few days ago.
What does the future hold when things settle down again? I wish I knew. What I do know is that not one person in the whole world is safe until every person is safe.
I lay awake at night thinking. I think about my family and friends and wonder what the future might be like. There are those who believe the world will soon go back to the way it was before this virus happened. What I believe is that our world is never going to be the same again…. ever. The virus is not going to change our world in the future because it has already changed our world. A virus that kept us confined to our homes has already changed the way we touch or keep in contact with family and friends. We’ve lost our innocence – our complacency – because we now know that touching things, being around other people, and breathing air in an enclosed space is extremely risky business. How quickly that realization fades will be different for different people but it can never completely go away for anyone who has or will live through the year 2020. Shaking hands and hugging could become a relic of the past. Constantly washing our hands might just be the precursor of real disinfecting stations located everywhere and not just in a science fiction movie.
Actually there are millions of possible futures. All dependent on how governments and their societies respond to the virus and its aftermath. My hope is that people use this crisis to better ourselves and build a brighter future. However, I say buckle your seat belt because I believe there is a very bumpy road ahead. I’m not talking about just the virus. Our world is divided and that divide is growing wider each day. Our world is at a breaking point. Its divided in ways never seen before in our history. Sure, we’ve had world wars and civil wars but never a war like this one.
In wars of the past we had soldiers shooting each other in the name of patriotism but you can’t shoot a virus with a gun. Maybe patriotism should be re-defined as cultivating the health and well being of others within our own country instead of blowing up someone else’s country. I see many puzzling things each day and ask myself is it just because I’m old that I don’t understand. I have many questions without answers. For example; with thousands and thousands of people loosing jobs – why is the stock market doing so well? Now that the states are opening up again – why are people headed to bars and beaches before workers go to dairy barns and vegetable farms? There are people saying the virus is fake – a democrat hoax – so why is that person who said it taking pills for a hoax disease? Why are over 90,000 people dead and more dieing everyday? Why take hazardous pills or rush to find a vaccine for what is called a “fake” disease? Why are protesters not picking vegetables in fields or handing out food at a foodbank instead of waving guns and shouting at elected officials for trying to protect them? To do their jobs. Do elections no longer matter?
Alright, I DO NOT want this to turn into some kind of political statement. That is not my intention at all. I only say those things to give you an idea of how my mind has been working overtime. I’ve never had so many puzzling thoughts before. I have other – just as puzzling – questions in my mind. Such as; when did I get so old? How did I get lucky enough to actually be old? Death – even without the threat of a virus – is a real possibility at my age and health. Every morning when I wake up I ask myself – if I died today what knowledge would I leave my children and grand children? How would they deal with the accumulated STUFF I leave behind? I have hundreds of family photos of ancestors and I’m the only one who knows who they are. Will I have time to put the photos into a cohesive order? I also have many family history stories to go with the photos. How can I be busy writing those stories if my time is occupied writing a blog or editing a video? At the same time I ask myself how can I not keep writing posts or editing videos for those who will need help. So, so many newly poor are going to need help learning a new way of life. A life of surviving with very little.
I’ve spent so much time thinking and agonizing that its effecting my daily life. I’ve got until June 23 to decide what path my life will take. That’s when wordpress will renew for another year.