I went into 2021 with blind optimism. Something within me thought that at the stroke of midnight on December 31, 2020 that all the issues, diseases, and aggravations of the year would dissipate. Boy, was I wrong on so many levels. By July, I was losing faith in people and the thought that life as I knew it would be over. I wanted to live freely again. Therefore, the sinking feeling that I felt a few weeks ago seemed well deserved. Nothing in 2020 had shown me that I should expect anything otherwise.
However, I woke up on Sunday with a feeling of hope. Not the same blind optimism of last year but a feeling that things would be better this year. We like to think that chapters end at the stroke of midnight but the seasons of my life don't correspond with a magic date on a calendar. There is nothing that will instantly erase the hell that we have endured for the last 2 years.
I could take negatively the fact that we have had 8 earthquakes since last Monday, the fact that we had to cancel Christmas due to Covid or the fact that Betty White died. 2021 took going out with a bang seriously. However, I choose to believe that better is on the horizon. The winds blew really hard today, and with that wind blew my doubts, fears, and anxieties.
I now see this year as a year of growth and endless possibilities. I'm not going to make the usual resolution that I am going to lose weight, live life, or travel. I've accepted that the belly is going to be there, I've always lived, and if anything, I'm cutting down on the travel this year. I only made one resolution and that is free is no longer in my vocabulary and forgive me if I'm not as available as I've always been. I've given so many people so much and it's time that I invest some of that in me. I love you guys and I wish you the happiest of New Year's.
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