This time last year, my head was full of dreams and goals of all the things I intended to accomplish in 2020. “The Year of Clear Vision,” I called it. And yet, as is so often the case, it turns out, only hindsight is 20/20. There was no anticipating what this year had in store. Even now as it comes to an end, the impact of the year’s events are not fully realized. And may not be for years.
My life personally, has been turned on its head.
Reading:
It took me more than half the year to finally finish the last few books from the 2019 reading challenge. And while I have read more than 150 books, I still haven’t completed my 2020 reading challenge list. Sounds crazy, I know, but a good chunk of that 150 were short audio books I was able to listen to at work, or in the car.
Writing:
I lost my first National Novel Writing Month challenge this year. It would be easy to say, “well, it’s 2020,” and just leave it at that. But if I’m honest with myself, I know that I could have won the challenge if I had exercised a little more self-discipline.
On another writing front, my blog completely fell apart this year. It felt like I was forcing myself to write words I no longer had faith in. Still, I continue to have visitors to the blog. In fact the past two months traffic to the blog has exceeded all other months this past year.
Life in General:
COVID’s biggest impact on me this year would be my employment status. Effective the end of this year, I am resigning a position I’ve held for fifteen years. The longest I’ve ever been with a single employer. But the demands of keeping three elementary aged children engaged in online learning simply became too much to attempt while maintaining a full time job.
If this is the worst 2020 brings me, I will count myself fortunate. Blessed, even. I have read and witnessed story after story of others for whom 2020 has taken a much deeper toll. Hundreds of thousands of people sick and dead from this virus. Countless others jobless, homeless and hungry.
I’d like to say that I’m on my way back to some form of normalcy, but the truth is, I’m not all there yet. There is still a great deal of anxiety and uncertainty. Even so, I hold on to this hope: things will get better. A vaccine is coming. The virus will be brought under control. Children will go back to school. Workplaces will reopen. And while it can never be the same as it was, I have hope we will find our balance again.