I don’t understand why everyone has been trying to rush 2020 out the door. We all have bad years, I get that. If you truly had a bad year I get that too and this message will not apply to you. I’ve had them myself and wanted to rush those years out the door.
We’ve seen the memes, heard the jokes, and lived it all..
We’re wearing masks into the bank while slipping the teller our withdraw slip. No more dining in a restaurant. No concerts. No school for our children. No hugging anyone we don’t live with. No haircuts. No routine dental appointments. But murder hornets? Sure we’ve got those. Toilet paper shortage? Got that too!
Politics? Don’t worry, I’m not touching that one!
There is no doubt that for many of us 2020 has been a trying year. I experienced record expenses in my businesses. And for the first time had tenants completely destroy a property. I “got screwed” by more contractors than I care to count. I saw less of my son and less of my daughter. For a while I cried every time my daughter said the word, “mask” because quite frankly 2020 wasn’t a world I ever imagined or wanted for my kids, or so I thought. The first half of the year was threatening to take my sanity and happiness and was frankly pretty darn scary.
But I guess at some point I said the heck with it and simply jumped on for the ride.
2020, you’re a black sheep. A reject. A misfit. 2020, I like you!
You threw so much weird stuff at us like Covid 19 and such absolute derangement in politics that most seem to have missed the part where the Pentagon confirmed and released actual footage of UFO’s! I mean what other year could sneak that one in! What about a new planet being discovered by a teenager and a green puppy being born?
You beat the crap out of me 2020 and if I’m being honest here it briefly concerned me that I may like you out of the Stockholm Syndrome. But I don’t. I like you because you’re the underdog and I’ve always loved the underdog. You brought me so much unwanted aloneness that I’m nearly okay with being alone. You brought me so much stress that I had to choose to let go because I simply couldn’t carry it around anymore. You renewed my addiction to news coverage after I’d been sober from it for over 10 years, but then were graceful enough to re-release me from it.
2020, you’re the weirdest year I’ve ever experienced. You’ve made even my most dramatic and traumatic years seem almost boring. I’d say I want you to stay, but you’ve also taught me the beauty in letting go.
You seem to be the most misunderstood year, so for me 2020, you’re the most relatable year!
