This year is the first year ever that I couldn’t wait or it to end but yet, at the same time, have a bit of trepidation as to what 2021 might hold. I keep saying this . . what if it’s worse?
No matter what 2021 holds, it’s coming and we will deal with whatever it brings us.
As I flipped my calendar this morning, I thought . . on December 1, 2019, who on earth could have imagined what we’d deal with in 2020?
My hope is that the pandemic will end, though even the experts seem to believe the vaccine will not be a cure all and many will not take it (maybe including me); I hope there will be no food shortages, no paper towel and toilet paper shortages and limits. Remember how nice it was to go in the store and get several big packages of TP if that’s what you wanted to buy and no one looked at you funny!
Will we ever not have to wear masks in public? How long before hand sanitizer and Clorox wipes are not found in every vehicle?
How long before we go to the doctor, or dentist and don’t have to wait in the car til our turn?
On 12/1/2019, if someone had told us all these things would be happening, we would never have believed them.
I hope when I flip my 2021 calendar over to December, and it’s almost time for 2022, this world is a better place!