I reside in a region that had the potential to be wracked by Hurricane Dorian. Thankfully, the storm is now moving further offshore and the danger to us has passed. I am so grateful that we avoided devastation. Especially, after seeing the video footage and reports coming out of the Bahamas.
Hurricane preparation and then riding out the storm is a strange limbo type existence. In addition to the hustle and bustle of regular daily life, there is an added layer of preparing for a storm to potentially disrupt routine life for an undetermined amount of time. So, we all check in with the local news stations who love to hype up the impending storm with apocalyptic and incessant coverage until we buy into the “necessary preparation suggestions” and go bonkers buying out the grocery store, the hardware stores and filling up gas tanks until everything is run dry. Then we shutter up our homes and hibernate inside and eat and sleep and wait.
That’s the cliff notes version. We also cook and do laundry and fret and talk and compare and make predictions and lots of other hurricane ritualistic type activities.
This storm, per my usual mental routine, I created different scenarios and expectations of how myself and my family were going to spend our down time together. I, of course was going to write and journal and self-discover. We as a family would play games and talk and maybe even do art projects. We may cozy up on the couch and watch movies until the power went out, reading aloud by lantern after that. I was going to be in prime self-control mode and not indulge in all the hurricane snacks I had purchased for the family. We were going to use the forced downtime as an opportunity to connect and recharge.
I had glorious thoughts.
The reality was a bit different, however. I am not sure if it is some nervous system phenomenon or the break in routine. But often, I find when hurricane mode comes into effect I become like a hibernating animal. All of my expectations and plans go out the window. I slide into some brain lull where I just don’t feel quite up to any major mental exertion until some degree of life certainty returns. Maybe it’s the undercurrent of anxiety that contributes to the lack of get up and go? Maybe it’s the abundance of processed foods? Whatever it is, this is the first time I am writing anything and I have yet to journal. While the family has had some laughs and good times together with visits from friends smattered in between we are definitely starting to go a bit stir crazy and edgy with all the close quarter togetherness.
It appears, thankfully, for us life as we know it will return to mostly normal by tomorrow. While for our neighbors in the Bahamas life may never return to normal. They reside in the land of before and after. I know what that’s like. It is another bizarre form of limbo to exist in.
What do you guys think?