When we look back on 2020, what will we remember?
Will it be the heavy feelings?
Worry. Isolation. Grief.
Or the small blessings?
Extra cuddle time. Homemade meals. Rest.
Will it be the negative comments?
Nastiness. Judgement. Trolls.
Or the kindness shared by others?
Surprise deliveries. Lovely words. Gratitude.
What will we remember, when we look back on 2020?
I hope it's the time I spent baking with my kids.
The movie nights and snacks, both outdoor and in.
The extra donations made to charities we love.
The lunch breaks chatting with my husband.
2020 was hard. So entirely exhausting.
Who would have ever dreamed of this?
Certainly not I.
Perhaps we'll uncover the lessons, when we look back.
Hindsight is 2020, after all.
Certainly we'll remember the waves.
The constant state of flux.
Standing on unstable ground.
But I'm not sure, what we'll remember. Only time will tell.
I notice I feel stronger, when I am less busy.
Maybe I'll remember this when my calendar is full, later next year.
I've come to appreciate the sound of silence, for no other reason than it's peaceful.
Maybe I'll remember this when my house is alive with guests again, someday.
I've found joy in having no-where to go.
Maybe I'll remember this and prioritize 'space' more often.
I can promise I'll remember the love I shared with my children and husband in 2020.
The deep conversations, and the silly ones.
The tears and the hugs.
The frustration and fear.
And the simple joy of spending time observing their own unique gifts.
Here we are, day 365 of 2020 and just hours from a new year. And while I know that midnight will not end a global pandemic, I believe we can make the choice to enter 2021 with positive, peaceful thoughts and our eyes set on the ultimate prize... a return to hugs, celebrations with the people we love and appreciation for all we learned during this very incredible year.
From my heart to all of yours; may 2021 bring you good health, a deeper awareness of self and a greater desire to do all things with love in mind.
xo
