Before the pandemic arrived, I was managing my sixteen-year-old just fine, thank you very much. He is Son №2 (and Kid №4), and, when the Coronavirus started its sweep of the planet, I had what I thought was some pretty healthy and solid infrastructure around him.
For starters, we’d always limited his access to screens. The main computer lived out in the kitchen. His phone charged in the laundry room at night. And his tech wasn’t allowed in his bedroom, ever. The plan seemed to be working. At the time, he was maintaining a solid 3.6 GPA. He also was…
At first it seemed like any other night up on the Murdock Trail, a running and bike path that winds along the foot of the Wasatch Mountains in Utah County. It was mid-June, and summer was in full swing.
But as I was stretching and getting ready to head north on the trail, I noticed something electric in the air, a feeling of expectancy. All kinds of people had gathered, and when I asked a woman nearby if she knew what was happening, she told me that James Lawrence, the “Iron Cowboy,” would be passing by any minute. That’s when…
If you’ve ever watched the hilarious Ryan Reynolds’ Match dot com ad featuring a fabulously horned Satan figure hooking up with a young hottie whose name happens to be Twenty-twenty, then you know why it went viral. The Man From Hell and Ms. 2020, parading around New York City together, stealing toilet paper, starting dumpster fires, and sewing mayhem. It was a brilliantly over-the-top piece of work. Almost as over-the-top, maybe, as the way people’s real lives imploded last year.
Yes, the virus wreaked havoc, no question.
These days, seems like everyone’s got anxiety.
I’ve been there.
Sometimes I’m still there.
And, while it’s obviously bad form to imagine I could ever possibly one-up somebody else (believing that my anxiety was worse than theirs, let’s say), yet I find myself doing it.
Is this an irrational practice? Totally.
Is it ugly? Definitely.
Is it infantile? Are you kidding me?
Why, then, do I do this?
Because I’ve battled acute inner fear states for nearly half my life, and in some twisted kind of way, maybe I believe that journeying with this particular challenge entitles me to feel…