During the coronavirus pandemic, I'd say I'm running a balance of three days of soldiering for every day bemoaning, which I feel is fairly healthy. There's nothing you can do about it, and only thing you can do about it is nothing. Sometimes the crisis can make you appreciate the smaller things, but sometimes it just drains the days of their depth, and there's nothing to mine.
That's why I enjoyed this tweet...
... because it gives everybody some agency. We're not victims, we just made wrong decisions, and maybe we can avoid creating the next world crisis if we just tone down the hubris next time.
We all know how I caused the pandemic. This was the year that I finally had the opportunity to make Sox Machine my full-time pursuit after 14 seasons of writing about the White Sox around my day job.
On top of that, I had hopes that my move to Nashville would help me break my personal record of shows seen in a single year (16), and I'd also planned to finally go to Alaska, which is where my wife is from and my in-laws still reside.
Maybe I could've settled for just one of these goals. Instead, everything was just setting up a little too beautifully after years of snags, other priorities or other geography, and I flew a little too close to the sun. How about you?
