Welcome to 2021, and I'm not even going to try and add to the chorus of why we collectively needed 2020 to come to an end. While it wasn't the worst year in my life, it definitely was up there in the top 5, and I, fortunately, haven't had anyone in my family get sick. Sometimes though there is this collective terrible that falls upon us all that doesn't need to touch us specifically, and it just wraps around everything and everyone like a cold, wet blanket.
As for me, I did something around midnight that I almost never do...I had alcohol (pink champagne, to be precise)...to both ring in 2021 and to toast Ms. River's birthday. I'm good now in the alcohol department for another year+.
As for the new year, I just want some normalcy.
I want to continue to have a normal job.
I want to be able to go out to dinner in a normal way.
I want to worry about normal things when it comes to my children.
I want the national news to be filled with normal, boring things.
I want politicians to Tweet about normal, boring things.
If anything, COVID-19 continues to remind us all just how good we had it back before "pandemic" became a present-tense word.
I'm not sure any of the above is too much to ask for, but yet some of it still seems so out of reach.
In any event, there is only so much we can control, and most of that is simply our own reactions. So as we all stare down 2021 with a mix of hope and suspicion, let's not forget that every big thing is made of a bunch of small things, which holds equally true for the pyramids and our own attitudes.
We can do this...2021...one small, hopeful step at a time.