I don’t usually use New Years as a time to start at 0 or set goals. I like to use my birthday to re-set and I’ve given up on goals because I’m afraid to fail so why bother.
But this year is different I’m sure you’ll all agree. In the words of Queen Elizabeth in 1992, it was “annus horribilis”.
It started out great! Plenty of jobs on the books, a trip to Cabo with friends, and then the creepy crawly tendrils started wending their way into our lives.
I remember first it was “wash your hands!” We were still only at that phase when we went to Maine for a long weekend. It was another couple of weeks before the shit really hit the fan.
That came in the middle of March and places were closing down and we were like “what the f….”. What else was there to do but close down for a week to at least figure out what was going to happen. Fortunately one job just finished up, one was exterior work, and the other a bathroom that didn’t impact the homeowners too much.
But enough of that. It was just mentally a tough year for us all. People working from home, with kids learning remotely. People with no jobs at home. People (like us) who were still working everyday and praying everyone would stay safe (they have!).
And then there was the election. OMG that election. I think it’s still going on. Do we have a winner? I’m not really sure.
So why do I feel like entering 2021 I need to re-set? I think I just want to shake off the germs of 2020.
Why do I feel like this year of all years I want to set goals? Mainly because I’m 60 and if I can’t set a goal because I’m afraid of failure, that means I’ve still got a lot to learn.
Thoughts From The Passenger Seat 