The End of 2020--FINALLY

It is finally the end of 2020, and I don’t know about you, but I will be staying up past midnight to kick this year out the door! I feel like the writer’s room mistakenly put all the action and cliff hangers and disasters into one year, rather then spreading them out over a century (or two)—yes, I stole this from a meme, but it resonated with me.

Anyway, there were some good things to come out of this year. We learned resilience. We cherished family and friends. We preserved hope, sometimes digging really, really deep to find even a sliver. We discovered our true selves—and found out how selfish or selfless we were—and that’s always a good thing. And hey, we learned how to clean!

 

My wish for the New Year is as follows: 

 

Be kind, not cowardly.

Hug a lot and often (when we’re allowed).

Find the joy, get rid of the germs.

Appreciate the small things, they are sometimes all you have.

Laugh.

 

Sending you all health and happiness for a glorious 2021. We deserve it (well, most of us).