Better Luck Next Year
This week's entry may be a bit disjointed so I offer an apology in advance.
In November of last year, I made the tough decision to step away from professional wrestling. Now to some people, pro wrestling elicits a snicker or an eye roll. To some, it is an entertaining escape, just as reading is to others. To me, it was, in one form or another, a major part of my life for 25 years and one which I enjoyed immensely, at times. At others, I detested it.
Time was a major factor is my decision. We only have so much of it and between work, personal and familial obligations, and other goals I have, something had to give and it was wrestling, at that point in time. Running a promotion, even a small one, is a full time commitment, while not being financially rewarding in relation to the time, effort, and investment.
I wanted to do and experience things I had put on the backburner for too long. Writing and publishing a book topped that list. Attending the Kentucky Derby, eating at Musso & Frank's in Los Angeles or The Knife and Fork in Atlantic City, going to the Little League World Series, attending more Tennessee Volunteer games (in all sports), going to an obscene number of concerts, and spending time in my future retirement locale, the Gulf Coast (exact town to be determined) were all on my list for 2020.
Then Covid hit and every plan I had went sailing right out the window and here we all are, playing the waiting game. While it did give me ample time to dedicate to writing "Dead Man's Breath", I can't see any other benefit from it.
In an effort to not lose what is left of my mind, I will do my best to control what I can control and make the best of where we are now. I'm not optimistic that 2021 will be any better, but putting life on hold isn't an option.
Thank you for reading and I'll talk to you soon!