I had a conversation with a friend and colleague @sabralattos
where I admitted to being afraid of leaving my apartment. I haven’t told anyone that for 8 full weeks, I have been scared to walk my dog and step foot outside the apartment building because of COVID in Queens, nyc. We drove to a park for a hike upstate once in two months. Even this weekend, we drove three hours to only turn back to the safety of home. Sabra said to me, “I don’t want to be afraid of being sick—that’s no way to live.” As someone who’s immune system is compromised, I’ve thought that doing the most extreme would keep me safest, but it’s only hurt me because of the zero fresh air and zero walking. Being brave and facing my fear head on, by simply going for a walk with my husband and dog, just a few blocks down the road to the waterfront reminded me that living safely, but LIVING — makes a difference. The sun on my face. The pavement beneath my feet, and a rose bush blooming on the side of a crusty old nyc pre-war building—all euphoric feelings now that I’ve missed for a long, long time. Never to be taken for granted by me again. My chest lighter, my mind clearer and my heart full. 🤍 Cheers to friends who call you out.