When you reflect on 2020, think long and hard over the entirety of it and not just one aspect.
Thanksgiving was tricky for some, but Christmas is so riddled with traditions, that to break from them rattles the senses and foundations to which we have grown accustomed.
There is no report card in life. Nobody is going to give you a gold star for hitting some theorized point of achieving a standard. We all live. We all die. Plain and simple.
We are an optimistic and understanding family, but as the weeks tick slowly along and more cancellations and changes take place, our smiles waiver. My oldest daughter, having worked so hard to get through college, will be rewarded with a virtual ceremony. Thanksgiving runs the risk of spreading germs instead of gratitude. And the best gift this Christmas may be staying away from the family and friends you care so much about.
Emotions are a part of being alive, being human. They are meant to be fluid and free flowing like a rive, holding on to any one emotion creates a dam with very weak supports, eventually it will burst.
Often we feel that unless it is perfect, we should not do it. Don’t play ball unless you’re going to be the best. Don’t run unless you are going to do a marathon. Don’t take a job unless you can make x amount of money. But what about doing something simply for the joy of doing it?
You can make a flower bed and grow beautiful flowers, but if you don’t tend to it regularly, it will soon be overrun by weeds.
This didn’t happen overnight, it was a gradual buildup of time theft. The intruder was so stealthy that I never even knew it was there until I had reached the bottom of my coffer.
Though we had intended for about an hour’s walk, this new path allowed us to dip our feet (multiple times) into the cool waters of the mountain....
In a world obsessed with Covid, I chose to become obsessed with gnomes, and masks.