In 2020, the days felt endless, as if they somehow merged into one. I sometimes would wake up and not recognize myself or even know what day it was. Where did the day go? Where did I go? I felt like I was losing myself, and fear tried to consume me. It was a challenging time for several reasons, primarily because of the global pandemic that blindsided and stormed us worldwide. Although the pandemic has not come to an end, the internal fear has been weakening. It feels like I am stepping out of a shadow, even though it still lingers. When I wake up in the mornings, I do my best to remember, ‘Today is a new day, and make each day a life.’
I am still here, hanging on, and powerful. Love surrounds me and carries me forward. I know now more than ever, the bottom does not mean it’s the end. It’s the beginning of something new, a new path, a new story, a new season ahead.