A Sunday at the proverbial end of summer in Southern Florida sounds like another thunderstorm rolling in, the air conditioner working endless overtime and ice cubes clinking in glassware. Be cool. “It’s never too late to be who you wanna be, to say what you wanna say”, sings Lana Del Rey. “Hip-hop in the summer. Don’t be a bummer, babe”, as if she’s calling out the mounting notoriety of the COVID-19’s Delta Variant. What a time to be alive.
The end of this particular summer sounds like arguments over whether or not to be vaccinated, the ethics of re-masking, and an absurd disbelief that the word “mask” instantly makes us think of a precautionary medical mask rather than a hair treatment. It feels like heightening paranoia of the unknown in a somewhat familiar yet still terrifying pandemic state. There is more than enough negativity to go around, everyone. Might we focus instead on the positive? An old mentor once advised me to cultivate a list of my gratitude when I was having trouble moving on from something, which is applicable here.
Please find this blog as a friendly and professional reassurance that your rights and your health are still of the utmost importance to us. We continue to take sanitary precautions to the best of our ability, and perhaps beyond. Self-care is NOT cancelled in the lingering age of the novel Coronavirus. We are here for you.
Laura Powers, 2021. Author retains ownership; reuse or reprint by permission only.
