Semi-Normal

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I refuse to use the term “The New Normal.” Maybe I’m naive or overly optimistic, but I won’t believe we will be wearing masks for the rest of our lives, sports will be no more, and the simple pleasure of dining out will be such a chore of what to do and not to do to eat a meal with friends.

I want to believe that this is an ‘in-between’ stage. A time of not quarantined in our homes, but not back to regular either. That watching my nephew and grandson graduate on the television and computer screen will be a fluke, a memory to look back at in the future thinking about what 2020 was like, not the new way of doing things.

I want the grocery store to have the things I need, that you need, that everyone needs. A trip to the store shouldn’t be a roll of the dice if they have bread, cereal, rice, or beans today.

I know these are first-world problems and small in the face of what is going on in our world today, but small comforts can go a long way in making each day just that little bit better. Although, going through all of this has made me appreciate my life a whole lot more.

Seeing family. Seeing friends. A break at a coffee shop. Going to a music event or amusement park. Enjoying a day at a park.

I don’t think I will ever take any of them for granted again.


Jill James, romance writer
author of the upcoming My Mistletoe Hero