We're not being told to keep our distance from others as much any more.
For months, distance was part of the key to keeping ourselves and each other safe. There's less chance of spreading a potentially fatal virus if we keep one another at several arms' length.
But lots of states are relaxing those guidelines. Restaurants and gyms and lots of other places are allowing more and more people to come back.
To be clear, though, the virus is still out there:
There is no coronavirus vaccine. There is no COVID-19 cure. The only tools we have at our disposal are the same ones everybody is fed up with. Staying at home. Hand-washing. Social distancing. Face covering. If we abandon those, it’s going to get worse.
The past few months have felt like eons. But the truly terrifying thing is that if we continue on this path toward pretending the pandemic is over, the nightmare will last even longer. Is that really what we want?
To answer the question, I don't think anyone wants this to last longer than it has to. But distance is so hard, and the longer this goes, the craving for more interaction, for physical touch, for in-person conversation, becomes stronger.
The other day, my Facebook memories featured a lot of summer activities from years' past that I won't get to do this year thanks to the need to distance myself from others. Seeing those reminders was painful and made me sad.
We have permission to lament the need for distance. We have permission to express our sadness and frustration about all the people and activities we miss.
Even if our prayer is simply, "God, this sucks," that is still enough.