Eating dinner in your room, or by yourself, or in front of the TV was something “white people” did (never mind that it’s not an accurate portrayal of ALL white people). Food in my family was to be enjoyed at the table, with family and friends, and you were not to miss that. Food meant sharing. The cook shared their cooking with you, we all shared food with each other, and we all shared anecdotes and stories during the meal. That, however, is not possible right now. We are all supposed to be "social distancing" in Seattle. It’s easier for me than most: I live on 6 acres, on the border of the suburbs and the country. There are horses on either side of me and I can often hear an angry cow moo-ing her displeasure from the neighbor’s land. I’m also only 10-15 minutes from a fancy co-op grocery store and some dim sum. So, I suppose I’m in limbo. But nothing in there connects me with people, with stories, with experiences when I can’t go anywhere. We tried to go on a hike with friends on Friday, but we got to the trailhead and it was PACKED. So, we collectively decided to leave. Then, we were supposed to have dinner with friends tonight, but after reading up on the guidelines for what constitutes social distancing, we mutually decided to cancel. I choose to sit in my limbo – partly abuzz like the city and partly quiet like the country. I can use the quiet moments in between to read, to write stories, to cook, to nap…and then I can savor the lively moments over video, over the phone, on social media. Social media that too often feels like a monologue rather than a conversation now is buzzing with people connecting. Schedule a free, quick call to talk about your asset protection strategy. https://livemorecarefree.com