"We don't have a magic wand. We can't change things or make things appear on the shelves. So I'm going to dance." (I mean, why else do the supermarkets play the music, but for us to sing and dance to as we shop!)
"I'm just going to hold on to this ride and hope when it's finished I'm not too banged up."
"Aren't we lucky to have a roof over our heads at this time."
"We're creative. It's what we do. We just need think creatively."
While one part of me worries about how long this will last, how many will lose their jobs, how many will die... my creative side is on sensory overload. It's a new time and we have to rethink the way we do everything. That's a bit exciting. Don't misunderstand, It doesn't allay the other worries or make things better for people losing their livelihoods or their lives. If I could wish this pandemic away and return people thier lives and their jobs, I would. But that isn't possible. So I have to work with what is available, and what is available is a new creative challenge to tackle how we can continue to work in the creative industries now, and into the future, when traditional avenues have been closed to us.
I think those of us who are creative are quite lucky. When my anxieties begin to climb, I sit and write or sing or practice guitar or draw or paint or begin learning a language. All of my creative pursuits help to settle the mind and help me work through the worries. It's insanely important to find an anchor like that. For my creative self, I am truly thankful.