How are you coping?

My mind is racing. I can’t stop reading updates on Italy and Iran.

My heart is racing. I never knew my heart extended this far—to places and people I have yet to meet or visit.

I hate having to go to work every single day, and I’m scared.

But, do you know what I needed outside of the news, the rising death tolls, the social media updates, and the Rona jokes? I needed to be asked how I was coping because I realized I wasn’t.

So, I’m stopping. I’m crying out my frustration, and in fifteen minutes when I’m done, I’m gonna dance and sing and do yoga. Because, despite everything, I am still here. Right now, that is all I can do. I can be here.

I extend this same grace to you: How are you coping, my beloved?