Yes it is just another day, and yet, it feels different. As 2020 ends, I can't help but feel relief and hope. Sometimes we weren't sure we would get out of 2020 alive. What a year! A brutal, game-changing year.
I am not the same person who toasted to the prospects of 2020 as it opened. I am better, more resilient. I know of storms and I know how to dig deep to weather them. I discovered what I am made of this year. And I took leaps forward with the help of you and many others, and often on your behalf. I discovered the need for connection, as we all did. And I found new ways to do it. Safely, each sheltered. I leveled up with my creative work.
And now we begin again. Still in the middle of a raging pandemic. Worse than it has ever been in U.S. Political division still threatens to tear us apart. Racial injustice, the global climate crisis, and ever worsening rich-poor divisions, unemployment, deforestation (or de-desertification in my case). Our work is cut out for us. And I know we can do it. Looking back at my Depression-era grandparents, they knew how to work hard and use little. They saved bits of string and wire against future need. Action born of hard times such as ours. Let's roll up our sleeves and challenge ourselves in ways we never have. Let's continue to find out what we are made of. Now is the time! We were born for this time. At least, I believe so.