It’s New Year’s Eve, and like many people, I am reflecting on everything that transpired over the 365 days that made up 2021. As much as I am drawn to words, I find myself at a loss for words when it comes to how to accurately describe 2021. It wasn’t one the best years on record, and it wasn’t, thankfully, one of the worst years, either. It was just the year that was. . .
2021 was the year of having one foot in the pandemic and one foot in the ever-changing landscape supported by vaccinations and booster shots.
2021 was the year I became an empty nester, while preparing to remarry and combine our two beautiful families and homes to create a new nest.
2021 was the year I started gradually emerging from the isolating grip of COVID-19 to reconnect with loved ones in person, only to lose a very dear friend before I could see her in person one more time.
2021 was the year that I officially resumed working from home permanently, while I questioned what I really wanted to do professionally and how to create a better work-life balance.
2021 was the year when the world seemed alternately wide awake and asleep at the wheel.
2021 may not be a year that stands out for me like other more memorable ones, but I am grateful for it nonetheless. I bid 2021 farewell and am ready to discover what kind of year 2022 will be.
That’s another story. . .
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