Another Auld Lang Syne
There are only a few hours left in 2020. I don't naively believe that at the stroke of midnight life will magically improve, but I have to have hope that things can only go up from here. The end of this year hasn't quite been auspicious; I've already been subjected to a pregnancy announcement on social media this evening. I also don't necessarily believe in making resolutions, but I feel perhaps I need to resolve to find a bit of joy in this upcoming year. Lately I've had this nagging doubt about 2021 being "our year", so to speak. I don't know why, but despite having seemingly just renewed our home study I'm already dreading the day we will have to do it again -- not because it's hard, but because I have this impending sense of failure.
I can't let myself start 2021 this way, I just can't. So even though I don't consider it a resolution, I still am making a recommitment to myself to open my mind and my heart just a little bit more that I already have; here's hoping it brings me positivity and happiness in return.
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