Hope is called for.
I bought this coaster with the mini-easel from a street vendor in
Manhattan.
I’m an optimist.
You must be an optimist, or you won’t survive what you’re going through.
I’ve been living indoors for five months. It has taken a toll as I’m a gregarious person.
Today I go outside to my job again. There I need to cover my face for 6 hours.
Yesterday’s outfit:
Beet-color tee shirt with magenta pants and black shoes. An orange bandanna covering my nose and mouth.
Out on the street I’m the only one wearing a bandanna. The colorful bandannas get washed once a week. I wear a different one every day.
It’s far better than clogging a landfill with single-use disposable masks.
As I venture outside again I’m not always confident that there’s anything to hope for.
Yet hope I have because it’s summer. The sun is shining. The heat is here.
It’s how I see things: I believe in humanity. Even still—I believe in humanity.
I would like to write in the blog about my insight and observations as this season moves along.
I would like to see change. For myself. For others. And for my country.
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