“2020 will be our year.”
Guilty of proclaiming this at the start of the year? Me too.
It was definitely a New Year’s celebration to remember. Glitz, gold, and glamour – we rang in the 20’s with a roar. And wow is 2020 roaring.
I started the year in thee place to be – New York City. A countdown to the new decade right in Time’s Square. Actually, it was more like a speakeasy under Time’s Square – even better if you ask me. Fun is an understatement of the time I had with my best friend in my favorite city. A great start to a new year. What could go wrong?
As I made my way across the country back to paradise, I set my goals and intentions for the year, as one does. I conjured my plans to pursue the adventures of checking off the boxes on my list.
I returned home to the reality of 2020 and wow was it a shocking reality to face. One by one, I watched those boxes sit empty. Week by week, my hopes of accomplishing anything on my list diminished. Hike with friends more often, launch my jewelry business, and see the Grand Canyon. Nope, nope, and definitely nope.
“Welp… 2021 will be our year.”
Anyone else guilty of longing for the end of 2020, in hopes that 2021 will bring better fortunes? It was only a year ago that we were longing for the end of 2019, in hopes that 2020 will bring better fortunes. We all thought 2020 would be our year.
Let’s face the facts. The only difference between 2020 and 2021 is one digit, three letters. Life is what you make it, right? The year is not over yet. We still have the opportunity to create a great ending to the story of 2020.
I am infinitely grateful for the many blessings in my life. Call me naïve, but I remain optimistic and positive that 2020 is not the disastrous monster that media has capitalized on. Yes, it’s been a tough year, to say the least. But we are learning and we are growing. These moments will be remembered by our future selves. When you look back at this year, what do you want to remember? What will make you proud?
With a latte love,