There are years that go by in a blink and you don’t remember much of them, just that they happened and that you’re ready to move on to the next grade, the next age, the next thing that might be interesting or exciting.
Then there are years that are significant, momentous, full—in every sense of the word. You may not realize it as the months tick by, you might only see it in retrospect. But when you finally see it, you know it.
I wonder—could 2020 be one of those years? Even with all the loss and disappointment, all the unprecedented and unexpected events, all the ways in which people have been wrung out and laid bare?