2020 will end, I promise. 2021 will start right on cue. Time will march on like it always does. You can set your watch to it.

This year, the lost art of resilience made a comeback. That’s so cliche, that I almost didn’t write it. The last 270 days have all been an exercise in going with the flow, and adapting on the fly.

There is a sublimity in giving in and trusting the process. I (mostly) don’t sweat the small stuff and only control what I can. I fought this and lost, trust me. When I finally came around to that way of thinking, life suddenly became much more of an adventure.

As the saying goes, you can’t change the ocean, but you can learn to surf.

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