I know all of you want to hang on to the last tasty drippings of 2020 – but I’m telling you, it’s time to move on to a new year.
Ten years from now, imagine we’re sitting around a campfire in your home state. We’re roasting marshmallows and reminiscing about the single year that brought us the most joy.
Julie, the forever hippie, says it was when the Beatles arrived in New York in 1964.
Bronco, the sports nut, will pick 1998, when Michael Jordan led the Bulls to their second three-peat.
Around the circle we’ll go until it’s my turn. I don’t know why I always get stuck going last.
“For me, it was 2021,” I’ll say. “We all went through hell the previous year, but then I finally figured it all out.”
“Figured out what?” you ask.
“I learned what really counts in my life is wrapped up in one word: lovingkindness.”
May 2021 bring you a bunch of it, while you pass it on to all you meet.
Happy New Year.