Faretheewell, 2020. Don't let the door hit you in the you-know-what on the way out.
You know, I really have no idea how to address the year that's finishing up. Nothing about it has been normal, and it seems like nothing about it will be worth remembering. I have a feeling that most people just want it to be over, even though the lingering effects of it will be felt through at least the first half of 2021.
2020's the gift that keeps on giving.
I don't think that any of us will know what to think of this year until some time has passed, and we've gained the ability to get a little perspective on it. I mean, I'm sure that people who lived through World War II had no good thoughts about it while it was going on, yet I've spoken with those people fifty or seventy years later, and they've actually recalled those years with some fondness.
Whether or not that happens with those of us who've lived through this year of insanity is still up for question.
So instead of looking back on or trying to put some over-riding arc on the year that has but a few hours left, just let me say this—I welcome 2021. I have no idea what the world will be like 365 days from now, but I'm guessing—I'm hoping—that it can't be any worse. All I'm hoping for is for things to start to turn the corner. For calmness to replace the chaos. For caring and compassion to replace hard-hearted cruelty. And for the proverbial light to be at the end of the tunnel, even if the tunnel has a long way yet to go.
That's not asking too much, is it?
Have a great New Year, in whatever form that takes this year. See you in 2021!
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