As the last light of 2020 is fading away, I’m grateful that I am still here—that those I love are still alive and well.
Collectively we had a rough year. There’s been more than a few tears from my part. But there were laughter and happiness too. With every heartache and pain, there was something beautiful to remind me to celebrate life. To be present. For this moment is the only tangible time we have.
2021 means the end of 2020, but not necessarily the end of everything bad that touched us this year. Truth is we may have another rough year ahead. Still, we are here, present, and breathing. And so we breath. Happy New Year. Love and light to all.