I'm rarely a Debbie Downer. I consider myself more of a Rhonda Realist or a Patty Positivity or an Ursula Upshot. And it's only once in a blue moon that I get truly blue.
But that blue moon is out tonight. I may soon be a Wendy Wino on my way to being a Hannah Hangover.
Our region of Illinois is very close to being shut down for indoor dining. Our region's positivity rate for CV-19 is on the rise. If indoor dining shuts down, my restaurant doesn't stand much of a chance to make it into 2021. My staff will not be able to survive on unemployment without CARES Act money in place, and many of them will not be able to pay their bills. And my little-restaurant-that-could will become the little restaurant-that-could-not-damnit-damnit-damnit.
It's enough to bring me to my knees, or at least get good and angry.
I choose the latter.
Reader, I'm a big believer in letting ourselves feel what we need to feel, and then doing something about it. I've been down all day, but now I'm plain determined. Debbie had her time. I'm now Molly Motivated, and I plan on doing everything I can until I can't do anything anymore. I'll set up more heaters for outdoor dining. I'll serve coffee in our parking lot on roller skates. I'll ask staff to knit blankets for our customers. I'll do anything and everything. Because we simply cannot go down without a fight.
If you too feel distressed and down this week, allow yourself to roll around in those miserable feelings for awhile. Then let's channel those feelings and use them to get good and ready to fight against it all.
I leave you with this picture of a tree in our neighborhood. The leaves are on fire, and I am too. Let's kick those blues. See you next Monday. -Em