A few months ago I read a really interesting fiction book about a post-apocalyptic world after a pandemic (Station Eleven by Emily St. John Mandel, which I really recommend, but probably not the best book to read right now unless you're the kind of person who's enjoying watching the movie Outbreak right now too). It was really eerie how the scenes in the book around when the fictional pandemic was starting were so incredibly similar to what was actually happening in real life. I felt like I was living in a fictional reality for a week there.Has anyone actually had that moment of realization yet about the fact that our entire planet is affected by this?
I have been following and staying current on all the details of the virus, government addresses, MOH guidlines, taking inventory of my home so I don't have the leave the house as much and trying to take care of unemployment stuff so we are ok financially. I've been staying in contact with my family, and we are all trying to take care of each other "from afar". I've been actually at peace about this impromptu "stay-cation" and am accomplishing so much around the house, my mental health is quite content at the moment. I know what's going on with all of this, but it was just the other day, that I was sitting looking out the window, when I got this overwhelming weighted feeling, that I think it finally "sunk in"....like holy poop, the whole planet is in "lockdown". Now don't get me wrong, I'm not all "Oh no! doomsday...the world is ending....it's just the magnitude of this whole thing finally "hit me", even though I've been up to date with everything, I guess I hadn't processed it all. You just do what you gotta do and keep moving forward...but it was still an odd "woosh" of "holy crap!"