The media has created a fear of the Coronavirus (covid-19) that is out of proportion worldwide. All the talk of pandemic and global fears causing the DOW to drop more than a thousand points today, all on emotion.
According to medical sources, this season’s flu has a mortality rate of around 3%. The mortality rate of the Coronavirus is between 1-2%.
Why aren’t we freaking out about the flu? It’s crazy.
There hasn’t been a single case in the United States resulting in death. Most of the deaths, and all but one so far have been in China, have been as a result of people already being in poor health when they contracted it.
The World Health Organization declined to declare the outbreak a pandemic today, as well.
Let’s not let fear get the better of us.
The weight has lifted. I am complete with Air War College as of yesterday. I feel lighter and my mood is noticeably better. But…but..now I have no excuses to stop me from writing. I need to get back in the writing saddle again, but I’ve been absent for so long that I have to find the horse and put the saddle on it. I was so looking forward to this moment, but once it arrived I felt of barely perceptible pang of fear… just enough that I was able to notice it, and it surprised me.
I opened up my manuscript a few days ago when I had finished my last active part in the process (I had to wait for my mentor to approve and send in my self-assessment), and started to muddle through it. I was on fire when I had last touched it and had made some really big strides in the revision, not only with correcting some syntax and tagging issues, but with a few concepts that I wanted to tweak. I knew I was on my game, and it was thrilling to understand where I was at and where I needed to go to finish the last big revision.
I’ve been analyzing my feelings (always tricky) and I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s rooted in a fear that I’ve lost some skill in the intervening months. I’m hoping it’s a little like flying. I can go for weeks without flying and still see no degradation of skills, but if I do that repeatedly, over the course of a year with long breaks between events, I see rust creep in. I’m hopeful that it will work the same way, in that I can just refresh my writing currency and the rust will get buffed off. I haven’t helped myself by keeping the blog up-to-date either. I just haven’t had anything to blog about, at least nothing compelling. I also hope that changes. I am starting to sound like Obama, with all this talk of hope and change.
I’m excited about the future and I will be making a concerted effort to finish this next pass in a timely fashion. I’m trying to get into a Master’s program this fall that will require me to focus on a new writing project, so I really need to have this one wrapped up by fall.