We still hung out outside, but this time unmasked. There's a shift happening and I thought I'd mark it by slipping out of my college light greys, into my sleek, black dress sweats. I looked good. It felt good.
I've seen more jeans (though I'm not there yet, mine look too hot in my closet), some friends have started commuting back into the City for work, others are being encouraged by their bosses to do the same. Soccer's started, baseball too. Even my oldest has daily lacrosse practice.
A normalcy is on—or at least, beginning.
The change is slow and subtle—I mean, some may not even have noticed my nod to normalcy with my fancy pants on, but I feel it. I'm grateful for it.
There's a but, though.
While this year has been very hard on most and tragic for many, there has been good too.
I don't want to lose the ground we've gained from the small things, like: parents not having to pretend at work that their family's don't exist, dinners together every night, a slower pace with fewer obligations.
To the more societally-significant, like: more focus on racial justice, addressing sexual harassment in the workplace as being rampant and unacceptable to the Earth and all its animals being given some time and peace to reconnect with the environment and heal a little.
I'm afraid we as people have short-term memories though, or maybe forgetting is a protective, unconscious strategy we don't even realize. But I want us to—I want us not to forget this year and the opportunities we have to establish a new normal rather than rush back to the old one.
We, at the hōm market have been working on our philosophy and establishing what's important to us. It will no doubt evolve, as most ideas do, but at the core we want to be part of the maker movement, to support artisans who craft with purpose, to foster conscious consumerism. So that when our community engages with us they know we take time considering what we buy and with whom we partner—that these decisions show what we value in tangible terms. It matters to us. It should matter to us all.
Until next week, I wish you time to enjoy and reflect on how we unmask together—Sandra