Forgive me for seeing you as a threat
For disappearing into my isolation and not worrying enough about you
For being so happy to get out of my house that I didn’t put your safety first
For not initially taking this pandemic as seriously as I should have.
Forgive me for keeping more sanitizer and toilet paper on hand than I immediately need
For being judgmental about your level of risk tolerance
For not appreciating enough this time home with family
For my short patience and long stories.
Forgive me for not keeping up with you personally when I cut off my Facebook and Instagram
For not speaking out when I feared criticism
For losing my voice in contentious times
For not leaving my comfort zone to help more.
Forgive me for not being able to look beyond survival
For sinking into pessimism about pandemic and politics
For losing hope instead of helping and fighting.
And forgive my complaining about all the cleaning.
Wishing you an easy fast, and a safe, healthy and sane new year.