By: Gabriela Yareliz
First, I wanted to say I got the eggs. Yep. I was crazy enough to get the dang eggs, garlic, oat milk (ugh, I know, I am one of those people), and some cookie mix because Lord knows I am sick of seeing everyone baking on Instagram. (I never bake. It’s one of those things I am truly being influenced on).
This morning, I FaceTimed with my ma (it was lovely), while simultaneously building the courage to venture out. I kept imagining my jeans and puffer jacket as some sort of hazmat suit in my mind. It was raining, so I ran down the block to the corner store and straight to the back where the eggs are (right next to some shelves that happened to have Caprisuns— I am not making this up).
Gabrielle Bernstein (author and self-proclaimed spirit junkie) was going to lead a meditation for anxiety, today, and she sent me so many texts and emails today that this was the cause of any anxiety I experienced today. She needs to relax. (Kidding. Hugs, Gabby).
I flipped the page on my planner, and the next section is for spring and April, so I couldn’t just flip the page. It was time to sit and meditate and reflect on the past month and the future month. So, I had to sit my butt down and reflect and write my “praise report,” to express gratitude for all the things I lived in March. That was interesting!
I FaceTimed my brother and laughed. I FaceTimed a friend and laughed. FaceTimed my love and laughed.
Something that stood out to me today was that I feel we all have a collective feeling of helplessness. We wish we could do more. Our medical personnel and first responders are out there being heroes. They really are. I want to say, though, that this doesn’t diminish the role we each play in our spheres of influence and communities.
I have heard people say they wish they could help and be like these heroes, but I want to remind everyone— life is hard. Life is long. Each of us has a story. We have had to show up in the past and be the heroes of our own stories. At the risk of sounding like Mariah Carey (oh man), there is a hero inside of each person who is trying to be the best they can be in this life.
To the people who have helped elderly parents and friends, you are a hero. To the people who are or have been single parents, you are a hero. To the parents trying to instill values in their children that go against all society holds as normal, you are heroes. To the ministers who serve their communities, you are heroes. To the teachers who touch our lives, root for us and inspire us, you are heroes.
If there is anything we have learned from this, it should be that when we take an oath, so to speak, to love someone else— we become heroes. That’s what defines a hero. Not a profession, but sacrifice and care.
Think back on your story. I am sure you have been a hero, and tomorrow, show up as that hero for the people directly around you.