Chanukah, the Festival of Lights, just wrapped up. 2020 made it different. The extra light in this most dark of years helped buoy my spirits. Really, a holiday about miracles, revolution, & survival rolling up right now—whew, yeah, Chanukah spirit and symbolism hits home hard.
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I know they are coming, but I’m going to let other people write the think pieces on the “gifts of 2020.” This isn’t to say that there hasn’t been learning, growth, and changes—and I honor that—but I’m not going to round up lessons learned. I’m just not into putting positive spin on the thing that was 2020.
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Listen, I am not a negative person—I’m very positive!—but I do try to be real with what is. And let’s face it, this year has kind of sucked. Amongst any wins and the ups and the learnings, it’s been a slog along the way for pretty much every one I know. And for at least the first half of 2021, things aren’t going to be easier. While I’m optimistic and hopeful for the later part of 2021 bringing us back to a more comfortable way of living and working (aka in community), I’m not going to wax poetic about the possibilities of the new year. There are too any unknowns and too much uncertainty.
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So I’m inviting you to join me and hold space in the not knowing. I’m here for you in being present in this moment of uncertainty. If you need to connect, if you need a pep talk or an ear, please reach out. I am here. And meanwhile, some wishes for you: