Every year I say the same thing. “This is my year.” I squeeze my right hand into a fist, tighten my chest, and claim it. Then somewhere around November, I look around for evidence. Was it my year?
Last November, I waved the year behind me. Somebody else can have 2020. I don’t want her. Not really. LOL. With effort, I gleaned some great moments.
2020 was the year where I…
☃️ learned how to make some cool masks
☃️ found friends who enjoy reading and writing sweet romance as much as I do
☃️ made some great desserts
☃️ reconnected with friends who live all over the globe
☃️ convinced my husband to buy a snowblower
☃️ made peace with that extra five pounds around my waist
The cool thing about this goal is in the gray moments; it has been an umbrella. And, next November, when I ask myself if 2021 has really been my year, I’ll have a journal to remind me of what I wanted to achieve.
Now, I’ll pass the baton to you. If you had one thing to prove you had a good year, What would it be?
Welcome Home is the first book in my Three Creeks, Montana series. In this feel-good, love story, Abigail discovers the beauty of second chances and the meaning behind Welcome Home.
That's a tough question, but in normal years, not 2020, I would feel like I had a good year if I felt successful in my accomplishments.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you convinced your hubby to buy a snowblower. Everyone in Montana should own one.
ReplyDeleteI am so excited to use it.
DeleteMerri, I appreciate your upbeat blog. I learned to connect with others online. That has been a real plus!
ReplyDeleteIt's so great that even though you were happy to hand 2020 off - it's so great that you took the time to look back at what the positives were for you!
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