Everyone wants to go out. On a socially distanced walk. To the beach. By a fire. Up North. To San Francisco where my niece is getting married in August. To a patio. A drive-in. A protest. A singalong. Her backyard. What's the harm? To the Lake St Croix Beach. To Target. To Menards. To dinner. For fun. To change it up. Because you can't stand it anymore. Because you'll beat this Pandemic. This Damndemic. You want it like it was. You're up for it. You'll take the risk. You'll play a socially distanced game of soccer. Zumba in the park. Yoga on the dock. Masked bike rides six feet apart. To 38th and Chicago. To save the world. To do something. To save yourself. To not just sit there. To anywhere.
It's not that I don't want to do these things.
Only when you're ready. This shit's hard.
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