Tomorrow

Guaranteed

Yes, things look dim right now. Like Annie, I’m looking forward to tomorrow and the sun coming up. I’ll be heading home. I’ve been marooned in San Antonio with four thousand brave souls who didn’t cancel their plans to attend the AWP conference. Two-thirds of the attendees and a bigger percentage of the panelists decided to stay home.

This made for a decimated schedule of events. While I’m a glass half full kind of gal, this weekend picked up said glass and splashed me in the face. Of all the circumstances likely to derail my itinerary, I underestimated the terrifying fear of COVID-19.

I fared better than most, however. A friend of mine, MKM, connected me to a fabulous local writer named Wondra. Without both of their kindnesses, this conference would have been a complete bust. Instead, I dined on authentic Tex-Mex, attended an intimate reception where authors read their work and visited The Pearl.

As I prepare to board an airplane again, I’m challenged not to lose faith or be unduly frightened. I mean, really. I finish my book after all these years and then the world ends? How fair is that?

I’m putting my money on the sun coming up for a few more days, at least. Rain or shine, I’ll be above the clouds tomorrow and basking in the rays. Let’s be real. I’m going to wipe down that tray table and armrests. I’m looking forward to seeing my family and making plans for years to come.

We need to support each other during this pandemic and use some common sense. May you be safe and may the sun come up on all of your tomorrows.

~Colleen aka CBD