Covid has officially hit the McIntosh household....we think....
It's a long story but symptoms, tears, negative tests, fevers, blankets, heating pads and the kindest drop offs from my most favourite people on the planet were all in the cards this week and we are still riding the wave to see where we will all land as we head into the weekend.
What a craptastic time.
What I have learned this week? Opportunities for joy exist in each day.
Listen, this has not always been something I believe in. I would not call myself an optimist. And anxiety often can often hang over me and paralyze me with fear (especially when sickness is involved) but I was still able to find some joy this week. The opportunities were there although they looked a little different than one might think. I think my definition of joy has evolved over the years and this week I was able to search for it, find it and create it.
- Joy was there when my aunt reminded me how far I have come in being able to assess and manage risk and when she was there to calm and offer guidance as we navigated it all.
- Joy was there every time the doorbell rang knowing that I was loved by my community of bottom hands.
- Joy was there as I worked on projects near and dear to my heart that are offering me hope.
- Joy was there while we napped together on the couch.
- Joy was there as we had sleepovers in Mommy's bed and early bedtimes.
- Joy was there when the oldest one finally asked for a bowl of cereal.
- Joy was there in the mundane while we healed together.
I am grateful for the joy. I want to do more of that,