If anything, 2020 is an asterisk. Some lost their jobs. Some lost their loved ones. Perhaps more books will be written about it. Pundits will keep the conversation going. Data scientists will continue to crunch the numbers.
We will remember it for a very long time. Some just want to forget it and move on.
And many others will have it etched in their heart forever because of life-changing loss.
2020 was a promising year. We were embarking on a new decade, some of us were hopeful for a great start. By the end of the first quarter, everything seemed to have halted. All those goals and hopes for the new year vanquished. Some of us have been lucky enough to keep our jobs. There were countless people who were rendered unable to put food on the table. Some were just happy to get by then got hit by economic constriction.
We will survive. And life will go on. That’s so cliche to say now considering the staggering numbers of lives we lost and the unimaginable impact of all this on the livelihood of people for years to come. But we will overcome.
I haven’t written anything on this blog in all through this aside from that one from March. But if I want to really get past it and break out of the slump, that needs to change. I need to get my muse back. I know it’s hard to maintain a positive attitude through all this. But there is no other way to rise above the ashes.
We need to aspire for meaning. We need to continue living.
We will rise.