December 31, 2020

Arrivederci 2020!

My goodness where to start? Do I start? All years have ups and downs. All years have hard lessons learned and new skills gained. All years have highs and lows.

But this year, this year has been all the things.

This year I: learned to do nothing, had an Italian summer, figured out a whole bunch of funny tricky muscles in my body, realized the lessons never end, kept learning anyway. This year was the year I talked to my mama more than I’ve talked to her in 10+ years of living abroad and I’m so grateful for that. This year was a year of healing and moving and working things out and resolving the unresolvable. This year was a year of vulnerability and mistakes and releasing so much around so many things. This year was a year of brilliant new friendships and deepening old ones as well. This year I turned 33 in February, an auspicious year, my ‘anno di cristo’- a year of resurrection. A few weeks later we went into complete lockdown for nearly two months. This year I resurrected. This year I grew. This year I worked less than I ever have since I started working 17 years ago. This year I discovered the bliss in little things and learned to let go (let’s be honest- I’m in the forever process of learning that one).

This year, 2020, my mantra was: less doing, more being. I dare say (without undermining the absolute chaos and pain and loss that has come with a global pandemic) that I probably did a little more of that than even I was comfortable with. This year was special and scary and filled with balance and contrast. This year I learned to slow (the fuck) down and it’s a lesson I plan on taking with me for the rest of my life