by Carolyn Thomas ♥ @HeartSisters
One thing is becoming clear as we pass the two-month milestone of our current COVID-19 global pandemic: I don’t like uncertainty.
I like feeling in charge of tomorrow’s plans. I like things that make sense to me. I like being pretty sure of what’s coming up next. But precious little certainty exists any more for me (or for anybody else – including those tiresome politicians pretending to know). I’m not sure of very much these days and by now, I’ve had enough of uncertainty.
But I do like the way psychotherapist Nancy Colier explained this level of pandemic uncertainty recently. She compared it to “hitting the wall” during the last few miles of running a 26.2-mile marathon. . .
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“Are we there yet?” – the timeworn wail from kidlets in the back seat on family road trips. When he was very little, I gave my son Ben five nickels at the start of one memorable trip (it was back in the 1980s, when a nickel was worth a nickel!) with one strict condition: every time he whined, “Are we there yet? How much longer?”, he’d have to forfeit one nickel. After giving up the first two nickels, we heard not one more peep from that little boy tightly clutching his three remaining coins. (Parents: if you try this strategy, considering inflation, you’ll probably have to give your kid five $10 bills up front). 
