Some disclaimers here. This story is more about me, sorry. Maybe a little to personal… My family and I are very lucky to be in a quarantine here at home, on the water, in a rural area. We are doing everything as we are supposed to. Gloves, masks, distancing, and so on.
But for some reason, yesterday was a especially crazy day. back to back to back to back video conference calls with my amazing team and clients, all trying to make the best of all this, while dealing with very real issues. In a million years, and with 40 years in the ad business, did I ever think I would be discussing paper samples and printing of a sympathy cards for a client to send out to co workers families that have died because of this. IT’S VERY REAL. Yet, there I was, approving colors, what to say, and doing TV ads about stay clean, thanking everyone, Corvid, corvid, corvid 24/7.
At around 6 pm, I just crashed. I was walking around the house in a daze, and just went and laid down. once again, I am not saying any of this for sympathy. I AM LUCKY AS HELL. The contrast of being in my personal situation, vs what I am seeing and trying to help with couldn’t be more opposite. And so I feel guilty. Lucky, guilty, and back to blessed, guilt.. Its back and forth.. And there is no real relief.. WELL…. Maybe there is..
The Boatress in all her wisdom, suggested a boat ride. At first I said no thanks. For many reasons. It just adds to the guilt, and do I want to be out there on a boat while all this crap is going on?
Well. I did, and slowly with some music on, went for a slow ride out at around 1,000 rpm.. Just blub,blub, blubing out into the Great Wicomico River. And headed back in. 1 hr.. Thats all it took. I was back to my normal self.
I think I even smiled a couple times. And then a John Prine song came on, and it all came rushing back. What a sad moment, and yet, because of that short boat ride, I have the energy to plow ahead. At 1,000 RPM..