This week I have become somewhat engrossed (again) by the rising tide of COVID, the increase in people needing ICU beds and the fear that we won’t have enough – beds, people resources, people vaccinated – to stop the rising tide. Thoughts of “when will it all end” float in my head.
Our dreams are often filtered through what we think is possible for us to achieve. If we want more substantial dreams, and I do, we need to change the way we think about ourselves and about our capacity. We need to increase our tolerance for disappointment, uncertainty and discomfort. We also need to surround ourselves with the right people.
The signs of life this week filled me with more hope than you can imagine. It has been a long, hard period – what with the winter, the pandemic and the loss and grief we’ve had to face. There have been times when I felt like none of it would end.
