The pen is mightier, but getting dusty.

2020 has been incredibly difficult for everyone. Teaching was especially difficult and exhausting.  There were a lot of things that got cancelled, were put off, or left altogether to gather dust of a world set to pause.

Personally, I abandoned many things and one of those was not only blogging, but writing.  Part of this was due to the weariness my eyes and the rest of my body felt from being bogged down with an ever-changing schedule and an attachment to a screen during the day.  I felt myself growing increasingly negative and cynical when it came to the world around me. I felt myself being in want of a lot of things with a loss of how to find them.  The year brought me many fantastic things, many joys, and many celebrations.  However, with the whirlwind that was the year, writing has taken a back burner to say the least.

I have heard a quote that my cynical side finds somewhat corny that says “do more of what makes your heart happy...” or something along those lines.  Writing makes me happy.  I need to make more time to do it, and other things that put a smile on my face.  Sometimes, when sleep alludes me and the darkness is my blanket, my thoughts lead to how short life is.  I have never been a person that does well with feeling sadness, nor do I do well with people I care about feeling sadness.  Pushing thoughts away, though, does not always make them untrue. This year as much as any has shown me that this insane and chaotic world keeps turning and life keeps marching on and that means we MUST carve out time for things and people we love. We MUST take time to do things that make us happy and content. We MUST realize what matters.