I could have written a post about the tough lessons that 2020 taught me and how I’ve probably grown as a person because of them. That would be the mature and resilient thing to do.
But honestly, I didn’t want to do that.
I could have also written about how horrible this year was and how challenging every single day seemed to be.
But I didn’t want to do that either.
As the new year approaches, I am just trying to sit here quietly and mind my own business.
I don’t want to offer the Universe any opportunities to challenge me further — 2020 is already getting it’s final kicks in as I await results of a COVID test.
(Whether this is COVID, a cold or the flu, or anything else, my body is currently in as much physical pain to match the emotional pain I’ve been in this year…)
So all I ask as the clock strikes midnight is 2021, please don’t hurt me.
I just need a break. Just some time to rest, refocus, and start feeling like a regular person again.
I know that the new year will be challenging in its own ways.
January will have a lot of sad milestones for my family: the first new year Dad won’t see, 6 months since he passed, 6 years without Gramma J, and more.
I know that 2021 will have its own messes to clean up and stress to work through. I’m not looking forward to it, but I can’t stop time.
I’m just hoping that 2021 will be just a bit kinder than 2020.
Did I say hoping? I mean begging…