I don’t know how businesses will survive the latest restrictions, especially when they are given one business day to comply and threatened with a zero tolerance policy.
I don’t know if more people will rebel, or if more people will break under the rules. I feel close to breaking.
I don’t think serious consideration is given to those who are in difficult positions: single parents fighting to provide a healthy and positive environment for their children, grandparents and great-grandparents who may be isolated for their last holiday season, the people who have lost jobs and businesses, those struggling with addiction and depression, and every single human who has been shamed and insulted in this terrible Lockdown.
I go to sleep tonight with a weight on my chest. I will pray for peace and guidance. I will ask for wisdom and clarity as I have done repeatedly over the last nine months. I am ever hopeful, but that hope is thinning.