Man, that sounds crazy.
I guess if I could think of anything to say it would be….
I’ve been there.
2020 was more than a year. And it did a number on us, didn’t it?! We were there.
But the crazy thing is – I felt like 2020 was just a introduction into a sliver of my life. I had been living 2020 for a lot longer. And this might sound random to some of you….but close friends and family understand.
I’ve felt washed up. I felt disconnected. I felt rejected. I felt broken and bruised and battered and yet….here I am. Still breathing. Still scared. Still alive. Still wanting more. Still hoping for better.
I know that some of you really intuitive folks understand. Some of you get it. 2020 wasn’t just a year. It was more. It was almost like a feeling. It was a time stamp on things some people have felt for a long time. Fear. Suppression. Depression. Grief. Anger. Paranoia. Abuse. Insecurity. Voicelessness. Etc. Etc. Etc. Some of you probably are a lot like me…hoping that this new year brings big changes and big healing. We want more. We even feel guilty for wanting more when we know how vast our blessings are. But it’s a thousand single wounds. And to those of you that are still in the thick of it….under the thick blanket and feeling suffocated….I see you. I know this isn’t my normal message of joviality and DIY and whatever….but it’s important and helpful all the same. I see you and I’m praying with you.
May 2021 be our year.