As we round the bend to the end of 2020, the longest, shortest year ever, I'm not embarrassed to tell you that
I didn't learn a new language,
pick up a new hobby,
or accelerate my self-made business.
I didn't find "my zen,"
they key to staying balanced,
or figure out where everyone's socks go when they're always missing.
I did, however, find the fridge, and a new fondness for home alcohol delivery and late-night UberEats,
as well as an addiction to Netflix.
I haven't lost any weight,
but I have lost my patience (often).
Speaking of my weight, I've spent more than it on store-bought iced coffees, and I've spent not nearly enough time feeling gratitude for my very many blessings, who are the reason I need all the coffee.
Needless to say, I haven’t taken the curveballs thrown by the year and knocked it out of the park.
But you know what,
I'm still here.
I'm still in the game.
I'm still showing up.
I'm still participating.
And I'm trying, with whatever mental and physical energy I have in a day, to remain a winner in a seemingly losing year.
Maybe I should have accomplished more this year,
OR perhaps as a
who loves predictability and adorns a steady draping of overwhelm and anxiety,
I've accomplished more than I've realized.