Prepare… or wear the dirty mask!
While frantically searching dad’s farm truck for a mask so that I would be allowed into Peavey Mart, I was taught a tough lesson in preparedness.
No mask in my pocket,
No mask in my bag,
Check dad’s truck console...
I locate someone else’s slightly used, somewhat dusty mask. (hopefully dads?)
Although Peavy Mart likely would have had a mask for me, my own ‘fear’ of asking, refusal, or judgement led me to this pathetic state. As a lifelong germaphobe I am well aware of the irony of putting on someone else’s used mask, and it is a symbol of how goofy some of my COVID antics have become.
It is amazing how even a tiny bit of preparation can make daily life so much smoother.
Prepare lunch snacks for the girls the night before
Shave before bed rather than during the morning panic
Fuel the cars before heading home so I am not rushing before work
Take out the ground beef in the morning to avoid frantic thawing at 5 pm while trying to cook...
A tiny bit of prep goes a long way to reducing stress, keeping days flowing and efficient, and maintaining personal sanity.
Despite nearly two years of the mask restrictions I still find myself scrambling on a regular basis.
I have now added extra masks on hand to my preparedness list.
It often takes an icky reminder, to instil a proactive habit.
Now that’s a peak ethos.