Be Careful What You Wish For

Image may contain: sky, possible text that says 'Repeated disappointment almost always triggers a series of other reactions: discouragement, anger, frustration, bitterness, resentment, even depression. Unless we learn to deal with disappointment, it will rob us of joy and poison our souls. -Billy Graham'Remember that conference I tried to get out of going to? The one that I finally made peace with going to? The one that I was finally kind of looking forward to going to?

Canceled. Following state guidelines. Out of an abundance of caution.

St. Patrick’s Day Parades? Canceled. Athletic tournaments? Canceled. After school activities? Canceled. Broadway? Canceled

And the Cancelator? Covid-19.

I will be honest and say that I really did not understand the situation a week ago. And while I am not an expert in it, I’ve watched what has been happening across the globe with curiosity and growing concern.

I am not writing this to debate what the media, government agencies, or pharma industry has or has not done in the wake of this pandemic. This is something that has never been seen before, in its current form, and we are building this plane as we fly it.

I know that people are disappointed. Working hard and saving to go to events, concerts, and plays that will not take place is a bummer. Not being able to watch your team play your favorite sport. Bummer too. Maybe it’s more than that. Maybe you can’t go to see a sick relative or friend. Maybe you can’t meet a new baby in the family because its parents want to keep that baby safe. I get it. It’s all disappointing.

But disappointment cannot kill you or somebody you love. And right now we just don’t know enough about what we are dealing with.

Disappointment, on the other hand, is completely treatable and has been in existence long before Covid-19 came to town. And while there is no vaccine for disappointment, it can be mitigated with the right perspective.

I’m not horribly disappointed at missing the conference. I can probably explore the site and figure things out myself. My Avett Brothers tickets for the Azalea Festival? Not gonna lie. I’m disappointed that I will miss it. But I will get over it.

Working in the petri dish that I work in (AKA elementary school) and handling hundreds of books a day where kids may or may not practice good hygiene because, you know, they are kids, I will practice vigilance with handwashing and hand sanitizing. I will change the hugs to fist bumps for a while. Unless of course, a kiddo needs a hug and then, I may throw caution to the wind.

But the disappointments? I will not let them rob me of my joy. I will not let fear rule my day. I will keep things in perspective. I will keep on keepin’ on and do the things I have control over until we have better answers. And I will trust that people making these tough decisions are doing so with the best interests of my community in mind.

How about you? At the end of the day, it’s your choice. Make it the best one for you.