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20201

I started writing my thoughts on the new year and my fingers typed 20201. 

20201. 

My mind can’t let go. The muscle memory has stuck. 

How do you move forward from a year like we had? How do you make a resolution to improve while knowing 2020 is lingering right over there, reminding us it hasn’t gone away? On a morning that is usually filled with hope for the future and excitement for new beginnings, today I am more cautious…more reserved. 2020 was humbling for many, devastating for so many more. The normal excitement of a New Year is now a desperate wish for the coming months to be more forgiving. More understanding. 

But I can’t write this post. I can’t fill the beginning of this new year with fear and worry. I refuse to do that. 

Regardless of the year we came from, a new year is here. Our problems have not magically disappeared with the clock striking midnight but that’s how every new year begins, right?

Your fears and worries don’t vanish when the ball drops. 

But your mind can reset. You can refocus on what matters. If anything positive came out of 2020 it is that we found out what was most important to us all. Who was most important. 

New Years Day is a mental resetting of your priorities and passions.

It is a moment in time. 

Let this moment reset your soul. Reset your focus. Do not ignore your fears and your worries but allow yourself to see this coming year as a new start. 

A line in the sand. 

I saw a quote somewhere in the past few weeks that said when you say the new year out loud, 2021, it sounds like twenty-twenty won. 

Don’t let it win. 

Use this day as a new beginning. Use this day to start fresh. 

Cross that line in the sand that was 2020 and allow yourself to hope for a better year. 

2021 

2021

2021

It feels good to type that. 

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“Eat your cereal with a fork and do your homework in the dark” -HHH Person, father, man, laptop, TV. I once was left on the side of the road for lighting my friend’s car roof on fire. I was also left at a Pizza Hut when I was four. I cried when Optimus Prime died. I love baseball and Cleveland. I write, I dream, I argue and discuss. I love engaging with those who have different views as my own. It helps me fine tune my beliefs. This website will be hypocritical at times, inspiring at times, awful at times.
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