It happened. I got my first vaccine.
It wasn’t a simple process, and in my case involved a clinic with extra vaccine doses at the end of the day, and all the stars aligning. But it happened.
I run a teen theatre troupe in NH, and the volunteer who took me into the actual room where the vaccines were was one of my youth actors. This past year, our annual show was – obviously – cancelled, and we had to find a different, virtual way to bring kids together. This girl’s eyes lit up when she recognized me behind my mask. It truly felt perfect that she was the one who would lead me to a shot that allowed me to be part of a wider world again. I’m a Moderna Mama, and my second appointment is in a couple of weeks.
Everyone talks about the side effects of the vaccine. Here’s one that no one talks about: the moment that the Band-aid was affixed to my upper arm, all the fear and anxiety and frustration that had followed me like my own personal thundercloud for the past year was…gone. I am still weeks away from mingling with the masses…but now, I see a light at the end of the tunnel.
Hope, it turns out, is the most beautiful thing.
Please get vaccinated when it’s your turn, and when you can snag an appointment.
The world is looking a little brighter to me these days, for two reasons. One is a secret I’ll share with you as soon as I am allowed. The other is a project I’ll be sharing with you in a special newsletter in about a week. I can’t wait.