The 2020s have been a ride. I consider myself versatile, and I followed the COVID rules as closely as possible. I’m a deeply one-on-one, face-to-face person. I want to hear every single bit of what we are going to learn together. That includes body and eye movements, as well as subtle facial changes, and I am always trying to unpack the words we share. It’s fun for me. With COVID, at least half of my ways of meeting were not allowed, and online conversations can’t equal the ways the body moves and reacts during conversation, even online.
It also confuses me when the rules aren’t clear. Everyone should have a mask, but they haven’t, including me, since a year ago or so. The YMCA is full of people working out, even early on. The children were supposed to be stronger than us, but now they are getting ill. Who’s in charge of this mess? New confusion brings new rules, new anger, and new helplessness, and we’re on another ride.

