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In 11 days, 12 hours, and 20 minutes, we will say goodbye, or perhaps, throw up a middle-finger to 2020. I don’t know about you, but this year has taught me a lot about myself. It has been a year of literally just sitting back and watching the shit show proceed. Everything was out of our control and yet, the choice was ours on how we would react to it.

Have you ever done a half-marathon? Or maybe, you are an overachiever and managed a marathon. If you have, you have experienced the finish line moving away from you as you get closer. It’s an illusion, but messes with your psyche nonetheless. One of the last times I did a half-marathon, I remember at the 8 mile marker feeling empty. I didn’t think I could finish which was crazy, since this was my fourth one. I called my spouse for encouragement. I needed someone to tell me that I could do it. When he answered, I shared with him how I was feeling and his response was, “you don’t have to finish”. Ummm….sir…..please don’t quit your day job and become a motivational speaker.

While it wasn’t the message I was hoping to hear, it did spark something. Maybe it was annoyance and the thought of getting to the finish line to maim him. Whatever the motivation was, it elevated me to the next level and I completed the race. That’s what I think 2020 has given us. Sure, we have witnessed a level of crazy that can’t be made up. We have experienced dismay, heartache, and tremendous confusion, but there is level of the human spirit that has shined.

Before 2020, I took many things for granted. I had no idea the value of toilet paper, hand sanitizer, Clorox wipes and a litany of other items that I never thought would be scarce. While I enjoy not engaging with other humans, unless they are part of my tribe, I didn’t appreciate that I didn’t have a choice in the matter. However, while others struggled with the idea of being at home all the time, I snickered. as I have spent a lifetime preparing for this very event. This has been my Olympics.

While some complain about wearing masks, I actually like this alternative. I don’t have to put on makeup. I can have a conversation with myself without people wondering how long I have been out of the asylum. And, instead of resting bitch face, I simply have resting bitch eyes. It was a process, but I think I have perfected it.

We are almost there, friends. 2020 has been the longest decade. Don’t listen to my spouse. You must finish and finish strong! 2021 is waiting and while my expectations are buried underground, I find myself hopeful.