Once, in another life time I was having lunch with my father. I’d just been laid off and the manufacturing industry I worked in was collapsing with no sign it would ever recover. He listened, bought my meal, and gave me a new phrase:
“Maybe it’s time for an agonizing reappraisal.”
That phrase pops into my head at times like these and I ask myself is it time for a an agonizing reappraisal?
A global event like this affects the whole fabric of our society. Structures and institutions are being rocked to their very foundations.
When the skies clear where will we go and what will we do?
I do know that many questions will be asked and how things have been done will change – somethings radically. I predict that we as a world, nation, state, city, groups, and family, will be entering into a time of agonizing reappraisal.
Personally I’m feeling my priorities changing. I am among the fortunate who still have a job. I have family, pets and our garden. I have a few hobbies and creative outlets. I still have my faith.
But there are days I wish I could spend more time on my creative outlets – which to me are spiritual acts. The act of creating something connecting me to my creator.
Time – there’s not enough and as I age I become more aware of the limited time I have in this world.
Years ago – maybe a decade now – I started writing a post-apocalyptic novel with the working title, North and East. I have a full story in my brain, but lack the time and will I need to finish the work. I let my day job and other priorities often get in the way.
Now that we are living the opening chapter of my story, I took some time today to read a chapter of what I’ve completed. I wrote a short prolog for the story about nine years ago as a way to focus myself. I haven’t decided if it will make the final draft, but today I was taken aback by what I wrote:
The world didn’t explode all at once, but rather it slowly came apart as humans became unable to repair the damage inflicted by war, disease, environmental destruction, powerful natural disasters, and the steady loss of fresh air and clean water. Terrorist attacks increased and the powerful nations laid waste to hundreds of cities in retribution. New diseases appeared that medical science couldn’t treat. Poisoned water and dirty air weaken whole nations. Crops failed.
Our world will soon start down that path. People are already wondering what happens next.
And while I watch the news or view the seedlings in our garden I start to wonder if I should start that process. Should I rethink the kind of work I do? Should I spend more time at the keyboard? Should I finally buy that sewing machine for myself and take quilting as I’ve told Heather for years I want to do?
Perhaps these were the times my father was really taking about.