Threshold

We are setting new baselines, new comfort levels, new rationales, new acceptance and safety measures. I have learned about myself and my fears. I have seen acts of great kindness and heard words that were meant to hurt. Each day, I am fascinated by how we adapt. Of course, our data stream is set to 24/7, but most of us can only digest a couple of hours’ worth of input throughout the day and even then are overwhelmed by the chaos, complexity, and contradictions.
The apparent clumsiness of our efforts combines to create a conscious habit even when we no longer consider the rationale behind the actions. Together we have accepted new norms and entrenched behavior as expected. Two years ago, much of what we witnessed and practiced wasn’t part of the ritual of life together.
Like me, I assume that others undertake the concessions and adjustments for the greater good. None of these changes are about me, or my comfort, or my safety. They are about accepting and committing to living together in civility and respect. Not everyone has reacted the same way, and finding our way out of this means finding our way back to living inside disagreement. If we can take a breath, take the time, and listen enthusiastically, then we can create a dialogue where understanding, if not agreement, can happen.
Once we cross the threshold, the chasm narrows, and the shouting becomes a conversation. I recognize that I am triggered by phrases and word choices and need to accept that I pinch others with my vocabulary and intonation. I will happily learn new ways to communicate less aggressively without losing my opinions and views in the politically correct washing.
Just as we have adapted to the circumstances we have faced together, we can learn to speak carefully and with grace, especially when we don’t start from the same place.