I'm lucky enough to have had two mothers, the one who gave birth to me and the one who raised me. There are women who aren't capable of being mothers. It's an issue of timing.

I admitted last week to having experienced an existential COVID crisis. Why am I here? What’s the point of me being here? What’s the point of anyone being here unless of course, you’re a physician, nurse, healthcare worker, grocery store worker, sanitary worker, or any other essential service worker. Bill Murray has an opinion. Not about me specifically, although I’m sure he’d have lots to say, but about our current situation.

The first tangible response I had to the pandemic was, “I am unimportant”. Frontline healthcare workers and essential workers, they matter. Everyone in the middle needs to stay out of the way. I am part of the middle. Cue the existential dread. If you had the choice of being stranded on a desert island with a doctor or a visual artist/writer/yogi/ whatever the hell I am, who would you chose?

I once stood on a perfectly good mountain and watched another person jump off it. Base jumper. Otherwise known as Crazy Person. I had only seen such things in YouTube videos. Now there I was watching someone do it in real life.