I was on a Zoom call (because pandemic) and I said,
“I think one of the most difficult things about this pandemic is that it’s stretched on without us really knowing when it might end. If we knew when that might be, even relatively, we could gauge it more easily. Now, with the vaccine on the horizon, there’s no more… what should we call it? FOMOP? You know, FOMO? Fear of Missing Out? We’ve had FOMOP — Fear of Missing Out Perpetually.”
We’re in such a dichotomous time. We hear hopeful stories about new developments and the game changer of vaccines. But this is also the most perilous timeframe so far. All of those numbers have names attached…
I find myself truly dreaming of what my post-pandemic life might look like. And I sit in concern as this virus comes closer to loved ones and upends so many people. What an odd, in-between time.