The clock is ticking through the final hours of this crazy, mixed-up year. I’m laying in my bedroom, half watching a Hallmark Christmas movie, and half daydreaming about the new year and the hope it brings. It’s really just an arbitrary moment in time, but hanging that new calendar always gives me a sense of renewal. I rarely make new year’s resolutions…mostly because I suck at keeping them. Despite that fact, I always see the new year as a new opportunity, a chance to be better.
I survived 2020, so I’m calling it a win. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that anything is better. I don’t think I’ve eaten better, or loved better, or served better, or behaved better, or lived better by any stretch of the imagination. I’ve simply survived. Sometimes that’s all we can do. The beautiful thing about having survived is having that chance to try again.
It is my sincere hope that 2021 will be a better year for all of us. I hope we can put to use some of the lessons we’ve learned over the past year. I pray that twelve months from now, I’ll be able to tell you the great news that I not only survived, but thrived. Hopefully you’ll be able to say the same.
Whatever you do, wherever you go, I wish you a safe and prosperous trip around the sun.
Confessions of a Forty Year Old Nobody 