Once lockdowns and quarantines became a reality for everyone, life slowed down. Essential workers continued to show up and follow their regular routines. All schools, gyms and churches closed. People lost jobs. Small businesses were in turmoil. Quiet chaos ensued.
And in the midst of people falling sick, recovering or passing away, food, glorious food, became the go-to stress reliever. Families experimented with new recipes, baked bread and made chocolate chip cookies.
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Covid-19 redirected the world’s collective attention. People were at the beginning of wondering how this interruption might impact the future. Some of the changes, like wearing ill-fitting masks, made Doomsday clocks tick louder, faster. “Grr! They fog up my glasses!”
Manners changed. Saying “God bless you,” after someone sneezed disappeared. Now, the offender got a dark look with an angry response.
Personal Doomsday clocks became a reality. Feeling afraid of standing too close to another person, of breathing on people, worrying about financial structures and the constant shortage of toilet paper makes your Doomsday clock tick faster.
Standing separate instead of connecting is not the answer. It’s never the answer. But when things go wrong, the first thing I do is separate in shame. I go silent. No longer responding to texts or phone calls. It feels good to take that time out, but eventually I need to find someone stable and neutral to talk to about how I’m feeling.
When I’m ready, I check in with the Clock Maker. I head straight for the source where the answers live. In neutral, I can relocate my self and get back on course. And that’s why I started blogging and making comics again. It slows my clock down and I sleep better at night.
Category: Doomsday Clock
The game I call Demon Spotting developed over time as I worked through emotional entanglements and confusing break-ups. My misery became code words. Code words became mat drills. Mat drills became winning combinations. And my confusion lifted. Consider this your invitation to play. Clarity is freedom.