My fingers are crossed that this doesn't come out as another blog entry with a dark tone, but I'm not optimistic. Therein lies the issue. It's hard to be optimistic in the world we currently live in.
We are living in a touchy time right now. It's the time of year when it's dark before 5pm and that contributes to the general state of malaise many people experience. Political and civil turmoil dominate the headlines and our thoughts. The pandemic and looming lockdown are doing no one any favors in terms of mental health. It's a full time job to battle depression.
Even the Holidays won't provide the normal joys of the season if certain legislators have their say and we have to limit gatherings to group of 6. "Sorry Grandma, you didn't make the cut for Thanksgiving dinner. Better luck next year."
If there is any silver lining in the dark cloud that 2020 has been is that hopefully we will learn to appreciate things more.
Personally, I can't wait to be back in the middle of 100,000+ of my fellow Vols in Neyland Stadium. I can't wait to be sitting in the middle of a crowded theatre anxiously awaiting the latest Marvel movie to begin. I look forward to buying a ticket to a pro wrestling event and supporting the men and women who bust their asses in that ring.
I look forward to walking into a restaurant on the Gulf Coast without a mask or restrictions. I look forward to getting back out there and crossing items off my bucket list, like attending the Kentucky Derby and eating at The Knife and Fork in Atlantic City. I look forward to having my first formal book signing.
Mainly, I look forward to people to start acting like should, but I fear I'm going to have a long wait.