Another year coming to a close. A what a year it's been.
So many impacted one way or another - so much death, heartache, heartbreak and changes no one planned on or counted on.
So many cracks in the foundations of life in this country and society exposed.
I really do hope that 2021 will be better year - though I think we still need to keep our expectations realistic. There are a lot of things that will never be the same again. There is lots of work to still be done.
In the middle of the shit-show, I find myself still so grateful for so many things.
I find it kind of unbelievable that I got myself to a place where I was able to leave my job and spend a few months figuring out what to do next.
I'm thankful for the many people I have in my life that love me (as I am :) ) and support me.
I'm thankful I've had the means necessary to hire a career coach, house-cleaner...and a personal chef.
I just now need to get serious about finding a new job and I'm going to just stop and breathe when I feel the panic rising when I worry about when will I find it and start working again.
I'm so thankful I've got a man who loves me so much he will upend his life, his daughters life to be with me and make my dreams come true.
Night before last, I found myself thinking about how hard he works and wishing I could tell his parents, remind them, just how hard he works in the business and what a wonderful man he is.
A million jobs within his jobs/responsibilities and he takes time to care for the people in his life How fucking lucky am I to have a man that works so hard, and works so hard to make me happy?
Just fucking lucky.
I thought this was going to be a much longer post...but ...nah.
The new year is hours away and while I'm going to manage my expectations, keep them realistic, I'm also going stay optimistic and keep hoping for the best for others and myself.
So here's to 2021. Cheers.
Onward and upward.