2020, The Year That Had Such Promise

I have just moved from North Carolina back to my homestate, California. Despite COVID, political upheaval and wildfires, I know this is where I am meant to be, right here, right now.

Instead of going back to the beginning of this year, whose number at the new year pleased me so with its roundness and adding up to my lucky number 4, I will begin where I am. Instead of the amazing, joyful year I had expected, it has been a death-defying rollercoaster of a year. But if the elections can save us in November, and if enough people wear masks to save us from the worst of the pandemic, I still have hope.

I began writing my morning journaling in haiku, not a proper haiku with a season and Nature, but the rhythm of 5, 7, 5. I have become even wordier than ever, and this structure keeps me able to express thoughts and feelings but in briefer, more concise sentences.

There are only four more months of this 2020, and I want to make the most of them. If you are drawn along for any part of the ride, that gives me joy!