I Did Not See That Coming

For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Jeremiah 29:11

 

We are on day 286 of 15 days to slow the spread.

This post is a bit unexpected because last night I told myself that I have too much going on to stress over writing a daily blog post. You may expect me to write more about that later this week. May.

It’s technically the third blog post of the year and last night I was struggling with what to write.

Before attempting to write, I scrolled through Facebook to see what people were arguing about.

It seems like it’s awfully early in the season for reruns.

In other words, not much has changed.

Still there are some good snark opportunities out there if you’re looking.

I’m not.

So, instead under the heading of needing to take care of myself, I decided that I wasn’t going to worry about

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blogging every day. Again, more about writing later this week.

Once I came to that conclusion I decided to finish binge watching The Mandalorian.

It is true that, in spite of the constant encouragement from my sons insisting I needed to watch, that it took me three tries to really get into the episode. Usually if I’m watching something I’m multi-tasking. You can’t do that and follow The Mandalorian.

That’s also why I have a list of movies I’ve not seen including anything with subtitles. Call it a nervous twitch, but I can’t just sit there and watch something on television without having a least one or two projects on my lap.

But over the holidays the wife and I finally sat down with the younger son to watch The Mandalorian. After episode three she told me that I was on my own.

I finished last night. No spoilers, but all I will say is that I did not see that coming.

Now we have to wait until 2022 for new episodes.

I’ve written before that I don’t do well with the unexpected. I don’t like surprises. I don’t like to be startled.

I don’t like the unknown. At the beginning of the year we have hopes and dreams of what we want to happen. But none of us has a crystal ball, at least a working one, to tell us what the year will be like.

I’m sure that if I took the time to look back to what I wrote around this time last year, I would have a list of things I planned to do in 2020. Not the least of which was my theater and performance list. I got to one thing on that list and that ended in mid-February.

We find ourselves still in the first week of 2021 and we can hope that certain things will happen. We can plan for certain things to happen.

The only thing we can guarantee is the unexpected. To me, that’s a little unsettling.

Still, I believe [My Three Words] that we have a hope, that we have a future.

The in-between can be unexpected and sometimes unpleasant, but there’s a way through.

I believe in the One who holds the future. I believe that He is never surprised by the unexpected.

So, no matter what 2021 holds, it’s going to be okay.

This is the way.

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Recaffeinated Mondays: Let’s Do This Whether We Want to or Not

It’s Monday, January 4.

The fourth day of the year.

My 22,381st day on the planet.

The first business day of the new year. Well, unless you’re one of those essential workers who keeps us fed, moving, and/or alive.

Thank you.

I’ve been off from the day job, mostly, for the last two weeks. I had a meeting, and a couple of campfires to put out. I had my last Santa visit on December 23.

So, it’s back to work and I already have a stack of projects to work on.

I’ll be going to the office as soon as I get back from the gym.

And, by going to the office, I mean moving to the other side of the desk.

I had a weak moment this weekend in which I actually missed my downtown office. I’ve been there less than half a dozen times since March.

I quickly realized what was happening, sat down, and drank some water. I was soon over it.

I mean, if you know me, you know that my dream is to retire from the day job so that I can write, do theater, and play Santa Claus. I just can’t do that yet.

As long as Publisher’s Clearinghouse keeps social distancing, retirement is not going to happen any time soon.

I’ve accepted that.

But as much as I want to retire, I don’t want to spend this year not going to the office.

I’m not going to rehash 2020, but this working from home thing is getting pretty old.

Then again, so am I.

Sure, the vaccine is coming. And if the latest report I heard is correct before we can open up the goal is to vaccinate 70% of the people.

This for a virus with a 99% survival rate.

Don’t @ me, Karen.

Yes, the virus is serious. Yes, it is deadly. I know people who have had it, who have recovered, and who have not.

But let’s not fool ourselves by thinking we haven’t been given conflicting information. Or that many of those who have imposed the harshest restrictions have themselves been found in violation.

Our leaders, left and right, have played politics with our health, with our lives.

And we’ve let them.

We’re not out of the woods yet. We’re in a political mess and don’t fool yourself to thinking that a change of

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residents on January 20 is going to make it all better. It’s just not.

Thing is, the only thing that’s going to make any of this any better is each of us doing our own part.

No, this is not a mask-wearing sermon. Although you should be doing your part to slow the spread.

It’s a simple acknowledgement that the government is not going to fix this. In fact the government is more likely to make things worse.

So, do what you need to do. Take care of your self, of your family, of your business.

Stay informed. Don’t trust the mainstream media and for heaven’s sake stop hitting “share” on Facebook.

There’s more political drama happening in Washington this week. The vote will be protested, as it should be.

Just because your candidate won or lost doesn’t mean that there wasn’t some hinky stuff going on.

Enough to change the outcome? I don’t know.

The protest on Wednesday will also not change the outcome.

Ironically, I wrote a similar post last year. None of us knew at that point what we’d be facing in 2020. But it’s pretty obvious that not many of us read or took heed to my post.

Myself included.

I wrote:

Still we can each strive to be better. We can turn to a higher power (I’ll even grant you the one of your choice) to ask for help in being better people. Help in being good people.

There’s a lot of talk about the need for kindness and love.

It’s more than posting a meme on Facebook.

In reality there was a lot of not being better people going on last year. I’m not pointing any fingers, and neither should you.

Instead, I’ll think back over how I acted, or reacted during the course of a very, very trying year, and I’ll try to do better.

I know we’re all hoping that 2021 is going to be a better year. But there’s no guarantee.

I’m just going to work in making me better.

Join me.

I mean, not in making me better, in making you better.

We’ve got 361 days to get it right this time.

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