Things turn around
(Pandemic Diary - day 169)
From my journal: 14 August 2020 (Friday)
I’ve been at this long enough to know that things turn around, or at least they always have so far, and I have no reason to believe that pattern is going to suddenly change for me after 55 years.
It’s true when things are going well, and it’s true when they’re going poorly. It’s an endless cycle of ups and downs, and the only unreliable (or at least unpredictable) part of this cycle is the timing of its periods, the variable wavelengths involved.
Surely some of it is self-generated, or at least greatly influenced by internal factors. In a good stretch? The seeds of the bad are planted as soon as you notice that things are good and you start wondering how long that will last. In a bad stretch? The same principle applies, with the additional fact that there are strategies you can use to speed the cycle along.
I’ve been cycling downward lately, but I’ve also been starting to use some of those strategies, watching for signs of the next up. And since yesterday, I’ve started to find them.