2020, you win. I lost hope. I have nothing left to give. The year started off strong. I had a vision board and everything. I set my intention to do more self-care activities, put myself on the top 3 list, and even vowed to see my friends more.
Yeah, and that all went down the drain in March.
Now, with 2021 on the horizon, I’m resetting my intention and re-evaluating lessons learned in 2020. My biggest lesson was, my mom was right. Always be prepared for the unknown future. Thanks to her wisdom and teaching, when COVID hit, I was better off than most with food and supplies.
I miss hugs and smiles.
I miss earrings and lipstick.
I miss spontaneous trips and travel.
I miss not knowing what asynchronous and Zooming means.
I miss big gatherings and family parties.
I miss concerts and festivals.
I miss coffee dates and meals out with friends.
I miss not forgetting my mask and having to run back to grab one.
I miss the freedom of getting closer than 6ft to people I don’t live with.
I miss live sporting events and when grocery shopping wasn’t an Olympic sport.
I miss breathing freely and fully.
I miss pre-COVID innocence.
