My knee jerk reaction to the end of 2020 is good riddance to this dumpster fire of a year. But when I actually reflect on it, I may have to rethink.
I am an introvert, but I manage it well and just roll with it, whatever is happening. Waaaay back in March when it was suggested that we quarantine and everything was canceled or postponed, I was in absolute heaven. No dealing with people! No awkward conversations in Walmart!
In spite of some weirdness and sad situations (not having our annual Easter family reunion, online church, graduation in July on the baseball field, the deaths of two extended family members due to cancer), 2020 has been a decent year for me. I know that’s not what I’m supposed to say, but I calls ‘em like I sees ‘em.
I have thoroughly enjoyed spending more time at home. I turned the big 5-0. I’ve read more books. I’ve lost count of how many hats I’ve crocheted (not to mention two afghans). I’ve visited my parents just about every weekend. My house isn’t clean, but you can’t win ‘em all.
So, goodbye 2020 and welcome 2021. I don’t anticipate the new year to be much different from the old one, at least for a while, but “I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances.” (Philippians 4:11)