Last year at this time, uncertainty lingered heavy. There were too many unknowns, with people getting sick and many dying, no one knew what was going on. Wearing masks was a figment of an idea, nowhere near mandatory, people were stuck in their homes, too stressed to pick up their dog's poop on their walks, losing their jobs or adjusting to working from home, downloading an application called Zoom. A year later, people are getting vaccinated. COVID cases are still high, but there's hope. Masks have become common place in most places in the country, adjustments are being made to allow for a semblency of normalcy to return, sports have crowds socially distanced, a word that has allowed people to move safely in public spaces for the last year. I got my first shot on Saturday. Was I anxious? Absolutely. Was it what I was worried about? Not at all. It was a seemless process and while I felt some mild effects aftwards, it wasn't terrible. It will allow me to move about life with some reassurance of safety. I will be careful and still wear a mask. Last year at this time, I was the definition of anxious and panic. This year, I have hope. Hope for a brighter future.