New Year 2021

Today we flip the page on 2020. 
It’s a brand new day, of a brand new month, of a brand new year. A blank slate. A day the world has never seen before. The sun has been up for hours, casting light to a rose colored sky. The euphoria is still lingering from celebration into the new year with the ones we love. 

I think we can all agree that 2020 was terrible in so many ways, it broke and tattered lives, some more than others. It was challenging and heartbreaking. It was a chaotic year that tested so many people to their limit, it left a lasting effect of grief on some. A lot of us have been waiting for this fresh start, to say goodbye to 2020 for good, but there was always, always something to be thankful for. It brought people together. It let us slow down and really live. 2020 taught us to be patient and that you can make your own fun out of nothing. 2020 united us and made us stand together. It’s hard to process the last year, but within all the brokenness, there was also good.

We are all still in this together. We have found strength through it all. I think 2021 will be the year focused on healing and taking baby steps. Picking up all the broken pieces 2020 has left behind. 

Happy Happy New Year!

A new year of beginnings.




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