Stuck the Landing

I'm shanty Irish so I get nervous talking about something lest I jinx it (seemingly my superpower), but <deep breath> we made it through 2020. So on behalf of the power that could be invested in me, Welcome to 2021 (here on the East Coast of the United States). 

Admittedly it's still dawning elsewhere as it arrives but, arrive it shall and will. The next bright penny in our calendar of a lifetime that will be as dirty and dulled by that which we have done, and not done, by the next thirty-first of December.

But that's for another time. This is now and this now is new. The blank page can be a little intimidating until you start to write and then, I'd hope, the words will flow (don't use this as an example).

For some this year will be the next chapter, while for others this will be the final chapter. Life is what happens to you while you're making other plans. Our lives, I'm told, are really compilations and combinations of everyone we meet, and of every situation in which we find ourselves.

I always bear in mind that disclaimer I've seen on boxes of dry cereal my entire life: "Some settling of contents during shipment may occur."

That said, and I have stopped making resolutions for each new year (which means I have stopped breaking my resolutions), might we all entertain the idea of Never Settling for Anything at Anytime by Anyone Ever Again?

We deserve the best from one another always and this time around we have a new opportunity to be the best we can ever be until we are here in this place and space again. 
-bill kenny