New Year Hopes- A Reflection
Updated: Dec 31, 2020
The end of 2020 has arrived—and my honest feelings toward the New Year that is approaching are quite different. I wish I could say that 2020 hasn't been as bad as it was, but no, it wasn't the greatest. I can even say that it was one of the worst years ever.
I favor positivity, and my friends and I rely on each other to stay optimistic, but it has been extremely difficult to maintain a confident, productive way of life during quarantine. Sad, horrifying, and dreadful news filled my life at a faster rate than I could keep up. Even the days where I would try to stay positive and happy were difficult, and it felt as though no matter how hard I tried, what was happening outside my window wasn't getting any better.
Months past. My dad was coming home from insanity at the grocery store, sighing at the new report of a friend who caught COVID19 and spread it to loved ones. My head felt numb, and the news seemed normal enough to let go—even though it was far from okay. My family and friends were far from okay. I was far from okay.
My mind stressed about insignificant subjects, and I began to worry about minor problems. The new cycle had set in, and no one was happy about it. The summer had flown by, but everything was out of place. I felt as though I was wasting my life when I could be preparing for things that I could accomplish at a young age.
Fall arrived, and I still was at a loss for what to do. School had been my top priority, but I knew inside that I always wanted there to be something more. Something that I could accomplish, and put my work into.
This year has been unlike any other, and it's safe to say that we all wish that it were better–even just a little bit. However, 2020 has brought a new variety of opportunities that I've been quite thankful for. My dogs have gained their deserved attention, and grow more spoiled by the day. I treasured little openings when I could go outside, and breathe some fresh air. I've spent time thinking hard about what I can film, and sat at my desk, writing stories past midnight. Although the majority of this year has been destruction, distress, and suffering, it has also been a year of inspiration, and a period to spend more time with ourselves—no matter how much we liked it.
A light at the end of the tunnel is my wish, along with many others, for 2020. I will be honest and say that it's about time for this year to come to a close. There are better days ahead.