2022 - Week 02

The quickening

Week 2

50 more weeks to go, hopefully not many more weeks left of omicron.  It's looking like omicron was indeed here some time before news of it came out of South Africa.  That means, it's likely we are near the peak Omicron and are just getting slammed because almost everyone has 'got' it by now, and a combination of the weaker immune systems among us and those worried more than usual about any symptoms are all flooding the hospitals.  Patterns are coming out that other countries are now seeing negative growth in hospitals with overall new hospitalizations dropping.

My son attended a cross country ski lesson and play over the weekend.  He loved it!  That's good news, because his Papa also enjoys a ski once and a while, and it's an outdoor activity that can be enjoyed in the winter, which we now have in abundance, heading for a stretch of sub -10 degree Celsius temperatures for over a week ahead now.  

This week I'm offboarding from one project and preparing to onboard into another.  On the side I'm balancing time with the kids and wife with my continually growing planning around a game I want to develop or at least flesh out.  Things are coming together.  Nothing seems to exist yet that combines just what I'm looking to do, so that is promising.

I wrote a poem; something I haven't done in quite some time.  It's a melancholy poem, but wasn't really written in a state of being melancholy.  To me now, a few days after having written it to paper the first time, it comes to me and my inner critic wants to change this or that, but to silence the critic and keep going anyway is important.  I'll share it here for now:

i remember mourning doves
in the cool spring air

a haunting song
heard by
unhaunted ears

i didn't know then, it was for us they mourned
a thousand spring sunrises
laid end to end

each
after
the next

A part of me is more optimistic now about the future of humanity, now that we're 2 years into the pandemic, but it's counterbalanced a the part of me that is now less optimistic.  As with society, my extremes are both going in separate directions, leaving the balance the same, but being more susceptible to tipping one way or the other with less and less weight added to either side.

It means acts of kindness impact more, but so too do those without understanding and high selfishness.

Here's to this part of our history being behind us soon.  Here's to hoping the optimistic side of myself continues to grow and tilt my own scale in that direction, and here's to the same being true of society at large.

There's a lot of shit happening in the world right now, let's take care of each other; and by all means fasten the oxygen mask to yourself before you help someone else with theirs, but please let one follow the other.

Peace.