Like so many of you, I’m definitely not going to miss 2020. Ready for this year to be over.

Stressful, lack of concentration, uncertainty, isolating, frustrating, dispiriting, maddening, and absolutely exhausting.

Do I dare say the word unprecedented?

Like a whirlwind storm and pretty disorientating. The familiarity and security of basic routines and promises, the anticipation of favorite holiday festivities, hobbies, pastimes, traditions, all disrupted. Many times I asked myself, “What day is it? What month are we in? What about that meteor coming? Aliens?”

It feels so good to get texts from other time zones, celebrating and wishing me so much for the New Year!

I took these photos in Washington D.C. An annual legislative trip. The landscape is a picture of the Potomac River. It had been freezing and snowy. A bit disappointing for plans to go around touring the city at the time. But that storm left. Clearing overnight. The early hours of sun warmed up the ground, melting the snow into what actually became a rather beautiful, site-seeing morning.

Storms that pass remind me that I have a lot to be thankful for. A greater appreciation for things to come.

Hopeful.

In spite of the circumstances, though my upcoming winter trip to D.C., like all other events and leisureliness, will be postponed, digital in avenue, a pause in the path we’re in, abandoned plans replaced by newer ones.

I’m excited for brighter days.

Much to look forward to.

Here’s to brighter, happier adventures. A different outlook on life.

A grateful one.

Happy New Year, 2021!