“No matter how chaotic it is, wildflowers will still spring up in the middle of nowhere.”
β Sheryl Crow
For most, the year that just ended was purely a dumpster fire. More happened, historically, then ever in most of our lifetimes and the hits just kept coming. New Years Eve inched towards us and it couldn’t seem to arrive fast enough.
To say that 2020 was a pure test of livelihood and tenacity would be an understatement. And, personally, thinking back on the year that has been 2020 induces high levels of negativity. So much was lost. So much was missed. So much didn’t make sense.
The 2000 version of myself never saw this coming. We had already survived Y2K, which actually turned out to be a whole lot of nothing — and that twenty year old whipper snapper probably wouldn’t have let the whole world around her stop because of things out of her control. Maybe that girl was on to something?
Spending nearly a year with limitations that you were never prepared for and a lifestyle that wasn’t you had been living can bring about deep, dark places from those 90’s and early 2000’s. Hey 2020, what if that wasn’t in my plan for this dreadful year?
We may not have welcomed the lesson that was the year 2020, but we are better because of it. Here’s to a new chapter, 2021.
Here's to a chapter of game nights, movie nights, and popcorn snack cups. Here's to a chapter of lipstick, dressing up, and dance parties with Alexa. Here's to a chapter of connecting with people in new and better ways. Here's to a chapter of cooking, baking, trying new recipes, and enjoying meals at the same table night after night. Here's to a chapter of taking care of one's mental health and making real time for self care. Here's to a chapter of root beer straight out of the bottle, handwriting practice, and storytelling. Here's to a chapter of savoring time with loved ones and staying present. Here's to a chapter of watching your soon-to-be 5 and 11 year olds grow up right before your eyes. Here's to a chapter of worrying less and living more.