During the past two weeks, my home has begun the process of renovation. While the hammering, ripping up of floors, adding floors and more is just the signs of renovation, in the long term hopefully it will just be seen as the birth pains of something more positive.
Reflection on the past eight months, I lost my mother and was beginning to pick up the pieces of my life when the PANDEMIC hit. While I have tried to remain positive in my faith, the reality of confinement and losing my identity to a face mask has taken its toll on me both mentally and physically. Like the renovation in my home, I now have to find a way to cope better with reality.
Even my poor dog Roco is suffering. Fighting the battle of fleas, he cannot wear a flea collar or have any exposure to the toxic chemicals of flea treatment because of his allergies. Trying and mixing all natural treatments is our only recourse. He too with age and more health problems is on an uncertain path.
I guess my whole point in relaying these thoughts is not for sympathy or criticism but more of my way of coping with daily changes in our lives. We know at some point the renovations will be complete, I will become stronger emotionally and even Roco will find a way to deal with his daily struggles.
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