I suspect I’m not alone when I say that I’m ready to kick — and kick hard — 2020 to the curb.
What a year this was, resulting in grief for the many who’ve died and sorrow for all whose lives have been upended in monstrous ways, too many to count or fully comprehend. I don’t have words to express my horror about this past year: utter disbelief at the callous indifference of leaders and the amoral selfishness of fellow citizens. The layers of good manners were ripped off; we now know what we are and what we must repair, given strong, high-minded leadership and implementation of values rooted in decency and fair play promoted in society.
As awful as this past year has been, I look forward to a new year, to wipe the slate clean, to a renewal of hope, and with heart-felt gratitude for the principled acts that became the glue in the midst of chaos. Included in those righteous acts are remarkable achievements in science and medicine and the commitment and compassion demonstrated by health care workers and first responders facing daunting tasks and terrible odds at each shift. Keeping everything working smoothly relied on the dedication of purpose demonstrated by a variety of essential workers, most of whom aren’t well-compensated for their worth in our world. And touching our future as they do, teachers revamped and revised continually throughout the year, always with students’ needs the highest priority.
I admit that some fear, some trepidation, remains; my hope is tempered. Trauma wields lessons and I long for our knowledge gained, ready and prepared for the next, and continuing, challenges. Regardless, my shoulders are squared and my feet are firmly planted as the old year ends and the new one emerges.
So, good riddance to you, 2020. Take your pandemic, your sorry leadership, your self-serving ignorance–don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
You won’t be missed.