I’m Honestly Not Sure When I’ll Be Ready to “Get Back Out There”

Things aren’t OK out there, and I can’t just pretend that they are.

Shannon Hilson
5 min readSep 25, 2022

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Photo by Pille R. Priske on Unsplash

I live in Monterey, California, just a few blocks away from the very stage where Jimi Hendrix burnt his guitar onstage at the Monterey Pop Festival. The famed Monterey Jazz Festival is currently taking place right down the street at the very same venue. I love music — all kinds of music — and at one point, I also loved occasionally going to events like festivals to discover more of it.

But I’m still not down the street at the festival. Instead, I’m at home enjoying the fact that I can actually hear the music quite well from my office — a phenomenon my husband and I call “music on the wind” — and for now, that’s good enough for me.

Sometimes my husband and I check out live streams of various events online, just to experience a little bit of what’s going on. But I have to keep trying not to cringe at the fact that so few of the people I see are ever wearing masks despite the fact that COVID is still all over the place. (“The pandemic is over,” my ass.)

I’m trying not to think about how many of them might wind up deathly ill in a couple of weeks.

Maybe to them, feeling like everything’s A-OK when it’s actually anything but is…

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Shannon Hilson

Pro copywriter and blogger. Midjourney enthusiast. Avid storyteller. She-wolf. | Email: bellingthecat@gmail.com | Links: https://linktr.ee/shannonhilson