What’s to be said about a year that felt over before it started?
It seems almost surreal. My birthday was the first week of March and I wanted to stay in not knowing that weeks later the world would stop. I think about it a lot. What if I had gone out and enjoyed one big outing before my mundane coffee runs seemed like a luxury I lost.
The year felt like having to press on the brakes unexpectedly. Like someone pausing a song as it started to build. We all were left with desires and canceled plans that seemed close for us to grasp but had to let go.
To be honest, 2020 wasn’t my worst year. The world did impact me with all its problems. But I took it as a time to breathe. The quiet forced me to reignite my passions. The silence taunting me. Is the life I was living one I felt returning to when all this was over?
While 2020 felt like it lacked heavily like a life not fully lived, I hope it taught us all to value the mundane trips to the store and rediscover things we loved.
I’m not trying to set specific goals or expectations for 2021. Only God knows what can happen tomorrow or a year from now. All I know is that I want to write and brush off and improve the skill that has carried me through my dreams.