This resonated with me. But, not for the reasons you may think.
My personal “boat” is one of the nicer ones (oh, it’s not Hollywood-standard-nice-I’m not relaxing by my pool while in quarantine, for example); I have a roof over my head, food in the fridge, and cash in the bank. I am beyond grateful for these things, because they make it more likely that I will successfully weather the storm.
That being said, I have to disagree with the theory about the storm being the same storm for everyone. It isn’t. I have, in fact, had people tell me how lucky I am that it “hasn’t been that bad” for me. My storm has not included quarantine; I have not spent weeks on end isolated in my home. I have not lost anyone to the virus. I am not suddenly homeschooling my children. So, yes, from the outside looking in, my storm probably looks more like a brief shower than a downpour of epic proportions.
Yet, it still feels like a natural disaster to me.
Because my job was deemed essential, I got to go to work.
Every day, I left the safety of my home and ventured into the public, where, the chance of contracting the virus increased, tenfold.
Every day, I risked the safety of my family so that I could carry on work that is essential to the functioning of our society.
Every day, I woke before dawn to start my day.
Every day, I got dressed (in real clothes, no pajamas, no yoga pants), and I put on a mask.
Every day, I took my temperature (multiple times, actually), and, every day, I worried about each sniffle, sneeze, and cough (whether mine, or someone else’s).
Every day, I came home exhausted, ready to do the same exact thing the following day.
Yes. I “got” to go to work.
Yes, I was lucky.
Honestly, though? I would have gladly traded a few of my “lucky” days with someone who stayed home.
I would have happily slept past 5:00 a.m.
I would have been perfectly content to work remotely from the comfort of my couch, while wearing sweatpants and my favorite Old Navy t-shirt (the “vintage” one, with the blue pickup truck).
I would love to be able to say that I sewed masks for the frontline workers, or that I spent my days baking bread.
I would love to say that quarantine had given me weeks of uninterrupted quality family time.
But, that was not my storm. And, I certainly don’t think that anyone for whom it was, could be considered “lucky”, yet, I am not afforded the same consideration.
Different boats. Different storms.
But we all had to deal with the rain.