Thinking in a positive way is a choice. The sun outside my door is a welcomed sight. Two weeks of quarantine has become a month-and-a-half. The last time I went to the Y was Friday, the 13th. Of March. If only it was a joke. I remember wanting to get in one more day on the stationary bike knowing that things were starting to shutdown. I kind of laughed off how few people were at the gym. Since then, I’ve gone through various stages of coping. Prepared for more than a two-week shutdown, I never anticipated what has occurred. I went through a brief stage of panic and fear, wondering if things would ever be normal again, brought on by stories of hoarding and empty grocery store shelves. I also watched too many interviews of anyone who could claim the remotest of expertise about the pandemic wagging their finger at the public telling us that the things we love wouldn’t return any time soon. Frustration soon settled in. It was bad enough I couldn’t go anywhere because of the Coronavir
