Just another Pandemic Story

"YOLO, it's what the cool kids used to say..." is how I picture me starting my life story 20 years from now. Yes, I'd be that one aunt that forces all the children in the house to listen.

If you asked me and my sister when we were younger, we both would say we wanted to be married at 23 with 2-3 kids. 23 seemed like the perfect age and seemed perfectly far enough away. Reality of the present... Here I am, 2 weeks aways from my 32nd birthday with a little less than 3 weeks left to figure it all out.

I lost my job just weeks before the pandemic and according to my calculations... Yep, far too long to be jobless. To top it all off, there are no jobs available. To be honest just before stumbling on to here, I was scrolling on Indeed looking at a long list of jobs that I was unfit for. For those in the same boat as me... I give you permission to use my opening line to start your story telling too. ;)

Growing up I said I wanted to "avoid" having midlife crisis' so I made a bucket list but coming from a strict asian household my parents could care less about the list. Their only concern was I had to finish college. Being the good obedient child I was, thats exactly what I did. I actually got my bachelors in a little over 3 years, but not really to impress the parentals but more importantly to get started on that list.

So what was on my list? I wanted to live in a foreign country for a couple months, visit the motherland and one day become a flight attendant. And just days after my college graduation thats exactly what I did. I even went island hopping for a couple weeks alone (to be 21 again, fearless!).

So what happens when someone YOLO's too much and crosses everything off their bucketlist at such a young age?

They get 203 Midlife Crisis' while self-quarantining and time to finally start that business.

All jokes aside, I like to think that everyone is going to come out of this pandemic changed for the better. Personally, seeing something (The Rona) that everyone feared and knowing that everyone was equally susceptible, amidst the fear and sadness there was a tiny bit of beauty in seeing the equality. No matter how rich, how poor, how young or how old an individual is, everyone is susceptible to getting the virus and we must continue to help each other and those we love by self quarantining and social distancing.

What was ironic to me was that the protests happened at the same time because if you look closely you can see that this worldwide pandemic is quietly showing us a lesson about love and equality.