A Crisis of Disagreement

Of course a disagreement is not a crisis. So why do I make it one?

We are basically sheltering in place. Because we believe it’s the best thing to do right now. The people we’re listening to might be wrong. WE might be wrong. But it’s the thing we’ve decided.

And there are people we love SO much who disagree. They believe it’s best to go out and do normal-ish things. To see family and be with others. They are also listening to and trusting people. THEY might be wrong. But it’s the thing they’ve decided.

The problem comes when I get all angsty and anxious about our disagreement. Our decisions are in conflict with one another because our decision is literally preventing them from seeing us in the way they want to. And even though it doesn’t change things, it feels awful.

I feel like the enemy for trying to do the right thing. I’m not afraid of the virus, I want to be a part of making things better. I want to protect others who can’t protect themselves. With my motives misunderstood, it’s even harder to swallow.

There’s no sugar-coating this. No escaping the boundary that must be set and held. Once again, I’m going back into the arena to practice doing hard things.

It seems to be the time for such things.