If it is true one’s worries are what turns one’s hair gray, you’d see I worry, a lot. I think it is both hereditary and because I’m an educator (teachers never stop thinking about their students, even 20 years after they had them in class).
My current worries, which are mainly due, but not entirely, to COVID-19 include:
- Will my grandson heal fully and completely from his current heart condition?
- Will all my children find their ways as good, kind, and productive members of society?
- Will all my children graduate from high school?
- The man in the Oval Office not really taking this pandemic as serious as he should, caring more about money and numbers over people.
- The many family members and friends who are in the healthcare industry are essentially in harms way.
- That many of my former students, and many other students, may not have the food they need with schools closed.
- How many children have had escalated harm done to them by family members due to shelter in place orders and even shorter tempers than usual?
- If Coronavirus gets worse as expected, will we and my loved ones have enough food to get through it?
- If Coronavirus gets worse will we and my loved ones have jobs to return to after?
- What will be the long term effects of students losing three months of face-to-face learning?
- What will be the long term emotional effect for students and teachers who had no healthy closure to the school year?
- When will I be able to get my garden in?
- When will our backyard get fixed?
- Will our backyard grass finally take off this year?
- How do I get the city to okay removing trees in our yard we didn’t ask for, nor want?
- What will happen to the millions of people who have lost their jobs?
- And so on, and so on!
Yes, I worry a lot, and always have. I’ve learned to live with it.
What are some of your worries?
Personal Reflections of a Middle-Aged Man 