Corona: On Quarantines, Finishing Things, and Rings of Light

I remember staring in disbelief at the email about my office being shutdown. I read it again and again, with my eyes zeroing in on words like “indefinitely” and “as this unfolds.” Aside from rejoicing inwardly at not having to make the nearly forty minute commute each morning, I also felt a wave of uncertainty about my mom, who is a visiting nurse who assists vulnerable people for a living. Then I thought about my son and other relatives, and how they would fare in all of this. I let all of those panicky thoughts whip themselves to frothy liquid inside my brain on the drive home from work that day until I remembered three things. One, I’d been complaining about my commute for ages. Two, I knew damn well that I had a book to finish, and working remotely could help me power through the last of it. And the last thing? That was easiest to remember: it’s best to choose patience over panic any day.

Do the Math: There’s a Method to Your Madness Even You May Not Understand 

We’re doing a divine sort of math all the time. There are hundreds if not thousands of calculations and estimations being performed throughout our days in the fuzzy, background noise section of our brains. When we’re timing when to cross the street as cars are coming from two directions at different speeds, we are subconsciously working out lengthy equations in our head. We’re able to recognize when one tune resembles the next because pattern recognition is a mathematical skill set that most humans possess. But I hate math, so why should I care? Because math has inadvertently taught me lessons about application and commitment to other aspects of my life, and my engagement and failures with it remind me that there’s math at work in everything.

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