A Personal Note

This a personal post and has very little to do with museums.

I am scared, more scared than I have ever been in my life. I am unsure of my future, will I live, will I die ? At the moment, I think we are all having similar thoughts, “if I get Coronavirus will I die?”, “will the people that I love die ?”. I have never had these thoughts before, I know my father had these thoughts, he served in World War II, I know my grandmother had these thoughts, she was a young mother of three children during the Depression. But, I have never had these thoughts before, I have never been this unsure of my future.

I take solace in knowing that we are all in the same position, all having similar thoughts, the Coronavirus doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, or if you are famous or not. All of the things that I had taken for granted are now gone. Simple things like going to the supermarket without being scared are gone, simple things like wanting an ice cream and going and getting an ice cream are gone. In less than two weeks the world has changed and the world will never be the same again.

We are all working from our homes trying to concentrate on work, while concentration seems impossible. We are all missing the simple gestures of everyday, the “hello”, the smile, the cup of coffee. At once we are all more alone and simultaneously having similar thoughts and fears.

I don’t have any regrets and am very thankful to have spent thirty years working in museums, I am proud of my accomplishments and my life's choices. I look…