It was Friday the Thirteenth when we closed up shop last March. We hurried to our homes, carting monitors, screens and hard drives. In our makeshift offices, the sudden change to home-based work demoralized.
It’s 10 months since three cats became my nearest co-workers. I’ve had hundreds of interactions through work, but few warm connections, whether face to face or half-faced, during my rare excursions.
The ache of quarantine nearly broke me to utter apathy.
But we’re social creatures and vastly resilient. l sought remedies in a time of failed remedies. One was my daily visit to Facebook.
Mostly, I share Facebook items that amuse or stir my interest. Rarely do I layer in my opinions.
On Jan. 13, I came across a peculiar statement there. The comment from “becoming minimalist” stretched across the image of a dark, brooding tree:
“Life humbles you as you age. You realize how much time you’ve wasted on nonsense.”
I shared it with this thought:
“Humility is essential for a good life. If you can’t create it for yourself, outside forces will impose it.”
First of three parts. The other two: “Zipper, open for business” and “Color my world.”
Indeed!