Why and how is it November already? Anyone else feel as if time got warped in 2020 and it may never straighten itself out again? I can't tell how much of the time distortion and dissonance I feel is from the pandemic, from growing older, or from the mind-boggling series of life and world events that endlessly unravel.
In thinking about plans and hopes for next year, I want to hold onto hope, project optimism, and create joy—all of which I believe are possible and which I have experienced this year, and at the same time they still feel somewhat more tenuous and in limited supply these days.
With all of that in balance, here are my wishes for us as we barrel into another new year:
Hope you are staying cozy as the season turns,