Inflation seems to be the topic of the moment. Gas prices are extreme; food prices and everything else seems to be going up. I see posts on Facebook comparing our current gas prices to prices in late 2020. Personally, I don’t think any comparison to anything that happened in the pandemic is fair - the world was completely wonky, and now we are paying for it. Wages (especially in healthcare) skyrocketed (great for some, but inflation causing), supplies were stuck on ships off the coast somewhere, and a good portion of our gas supply (Russia) is cut off …
The world is in a strange place. Both politically, weather-wise, pandemic-wise … it’s just a weird time to be alive*. I, personally, can’t help but to have angst and worry about what this is going to look like in the near future, but I do know that my backseat driving on “how things should be done” doesn’t help. Now, as a guy approaching my older years - it’s very natural and expected that I would have opinions (on everything) - but I’m really trying to dig deep within my soul and find grace not to be snarky and opinionated. A lot of times I fail; but I’m trying.
Tonight I’m hosting my book club in Des Moines. It’s made up of a lot of healthcare people throughout central Iowa. One younger guy is about to be a father for the first time. The book club is throwing him a surprise baby book shower. We all bought our favorite books from when we were kids. This is a first for me, and it represents what I should be focusing on instead of inflation, war and pandemic. Grace comes with perspective and when all is said and done - my anxiety and angst won’t help any situation globally, but my love and grace will help locally.
*A friend posted that a “bird was in his house and isn’t it beautiful?”. This is what I’m talking about - this is crazy weird behavior. A bird in the house? My nightmare.