After months of hearing whisperings about the latest Coronavirus and brushing it off, things got real on March 12, 2021. My husband and I were supposed to attend a performance of Dear Evan Hansen in downtown Salt Lake City that night. I’d been looking forward to it for more than a year. Tickets were printed and despite news about the virus being splashed across the news, I was getting dinner ready for my kids so they could eat while we were gone. 15 minutes before we were planning to leave, I got the text saying our show was cancelled. Then my daughter’s choir concert was cancelled. Then school and church were cancelled. We quickly realized a trip we had planned to NYC in three weeks was going to be impossible and soon everything we’d arranged for it was cancelled. Everything just came crashing down. I know so many people who were struggling way more than we were in a myriad of ways but I was still really disappointed. Just because others had it worse didn’t mean my feelings weren’t real or didn’t matter. So I sat with those feelings for a while and gave myself time to mourn their loss.

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