I know, that phrase has been used a time or two, but bear with me.
Last night I had a dream that was incredibly foreign to my daily life. I was sitting on the porch of a wood cabin, in the woods. Snow was all around, very quiet and calm. I was utterly at peace. Reflecting on how lucky I was that all of my loved ones are safe. I was so grateful, and humbled, that my loved ones were spared. It was beautiful.
In reality I live in a city that is on shelter in place. I have to go into work, despite my DH being compromised, so am exercising extreme caution in all ways. Have not had a human in my home for two weeks, and will continue that way for the duration. Wide berths for anyone, lots of hand and object hygiene. I am worried sick about my extended family, my DC, my DGSs and my DH. Missing hugging my DGS's is a physical pain.
I am also critter phobic so the last place I would be at ease is a cabin in the woods. Also, not so keen on the cold. Why my psyche chose this message is beyond me.
All of that being said, I am so grateful for that dream. Today I am much calmer.