I made it. Farewell 2020

I made it.

Temples throbbing, am I dehydrated? Stressed? Depressed? Tired? All of the above? I never was quite sure this year.

I tried to hold my complaints though, fearing they would cast a shadow on the gratefulness that will always blanket my heart. Because when it comes down to it, things could have been worse, unhappiness more imposing, work harder, sleep more fleeting, time briefer, and tears more in despair. Plus, I’ve always felt that complaining is weak. And though that’s precisely how I’ve felt on many a 2020 day, I guess I’m too stubborn to surrender to its ploy.

This year I felt myself pulling myself to keep going; sometimes, I felt my heart physically ache from sadness, the heaviness of current events—and, as always, I felt faith, though admittedly dimmed at times, holding me up.

And after all of this 2020, way more burdening and exhausting than I have time to put into language, I made it. Thank you, Lord.

And cheers, because if you are reading this, you made it too!

Thanks so much for reading along this year. Below I’ve shared some of my posts of 2020. I wish you a hopeful and beautiful new year. Xo

Farewell 2020.

Every Woman: Amir

I have a thing for daybeds

Apple pomegranate salad

10 Essays every woman like me needs right now

A Black Mother’s Prayer

Have a lovely (and inspired) week…

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