Focus word: Letting Go

This next year's focus will be on letting go. 

Of expectations on myself and others; of guilt when I don't do things exactly as I think I should; of frustration when I'm reminded again and again of my own imperfections.

In taking stock of 2020 I can't help but feel the way I suspect a lot of folks are feeling: where did my year go? It was at once the longest and the shortest year I've ever experienced. So many things I had planned were derailed by the pandemic- either because I couldn't actually go and do them, or because I was so emotionally overwhelmed and exhausted every minute of every day.

2020 brought few family gatherings; it brought the diagnosis and treatment of endometriosis. My doctor agreed to remove some of my lady bits while treating that, which brings me immense relief.

This year has brought old friends closer, and sent some activities to Zoom that I otherwise would have missed out on. I have read or listened to 129 (and counting) books. I have finished a handful of knit items, most of which have been donated or gifted.

I am not expecting anything remarkable or magical to happen in 2021. I'll take my same hopes and fears into the new year, and the pandemic and everything else will follow right behind me. But the new year always brings a hope for the future and a desire to improve.

And this year, I'm hoping it will bring me a little closure on a few things I can send into the wind.

May it bring you that which you wish to manifest or eradicate from your own lives.