Today marks 75-days until December 31, 2021.
I can barely process it.
Like so many of you, I walked out of 2019 saying, “2020 is going to be my year.” But it turned out to be the year of a global pandemic, crushed job opportunities, unexplained infertility, and the loss of my dog. So not my year after all. And 2021, while better in many ways, has been …