We made it! At 12:01 am on Jan 1, for the first time ever, Hindsight will actually be 2020. Hindsight means it is easier to evaluate situations when we are looking back at them, and with perfect vision (20/20).
2020 was a year filled with isolation, fear, skepticism, loneliness, tragedy, depression, addiction, brain fog, strife, injustice, sacrifice, and much more. We learned so much about ourselves and the tremendous strength and perseverance we hold in times of difficulty.
Turning the calendar to 2021 doesn’t change everything, but what it gives us HOPE. Hope, by definition, is a feeling of expectation and desire for certain things to happen.
Which brings me to my favorite bible verse from childhood, Hebrews 11:1 (KJV), memorized in the southeast Sunday school room of our church in rural central Iowa, the Carlton Brethren Church
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
It’s as if this verse was ingrained in my mind for hope then and for this very moment. As we begin this year, my wish and prayers for 2021 are:
To experience peace
To be gentle with ourselves
To be kind and gentle with others
To be grateful for all we have
To see the beauty around us
To stay connected
To remember what matters most in our lives
To experience rest and joy
To have good health and an end to the pandemic
To continue to see humor in the everyday things
Wishing you a Happy New Year filled with many blessings!
Living through a Pandemic was certain not on my wish list but here we are. While I try to keep an upbeat attitude, my first inclination is go dark but I’ve learned that doesn’t accomplish a thing.
Keeping busy with things that interest me is key. I have a long list of ‘to-dos’ that I have been ignoring so … get on it, Cathy! There is yardwork and garden preparation, closets to be cleaned, Shutterfly books to finish, genealogy research to be done, etc. I try to accomplish a little of this each day but self-care and personal connection is most important.
This is day 13 of self isolation except for a very protected trip to get my allergy shot (extreme tree pollen allergies) and porch delivery of my Mom’s chicken and noodles to my girls and their families.
Each day the weather cooperates, I try to go on a long walk. Seeing neighbors outside playing with their children, sitting on their front porch or simply waving to neighbors warms my heart. The two best experiences while walking were 1) encountering a family of dinosaurs with Mom and little daughter in full dinosaur costumes and Dad in a mask; 2) completing a chalk lava field drawn by a child on their sidewalk. I love to see such creativity!
Talking with my girls and my grandchildren is saving me, too. My grandchildren are ages 6, 4, 3 and 1. The opportunity to read books, have dance parties, and just play via video chat is a wonderful capability that we all can enjoy. Talking with friends, Virtual yoga with my Hot Flash yoga pals, virtual happy hour with our local winery, and family Zoom sessions also help to keep me connected.
I’ve not been to the store since Friday, March 13 but I have plenty to eat. My Mother taught us to always have a full pantry and freezer and now is the time to use it! To conserve on eggs, I’ve shifted my daily egg to a breakfast cake I’m loving with a dollop or yogurt!
2 mashed bananas 1.4 cups oatmeal 2 beaten eggs 3 cups berries (fresh, frozen or canned/drained–even less works just fine) 1/2 teaspoon cinnamon (optional)
Mix together and placed in greased pan (about 8×10″) and bake at 350 degrees for 25 minutes. Cut in squares.
I heat a square of breakfast cake in the microwave for 20 seconds and then add a dollop of Greek Yogurt. So yummy!
This experience causes me to think back to the 1918 Spanish Flu Pandemic and the hardship of those times. What did our ancestors do in quarantine, usually with a multitude of children and no chance of grocery delivery or the care of today’s modern medicine. My Grandma Susie would be slaving over a hot wood cookestove in a very tiny house, with 4 little kids running underfoot. To my knowledge, no one in our family died during that time but I do not know who may have contracted the disease, either.
A friend shared with me that her Grandmother had written a journal during the time of the Spanish Flu and she has been reading it. It prompted her to start a journal for her grandchildren. What a great idea! I am not a journal kind of person, but this is such a unique time in our lives, that I think it is important to document what this experience has been like. Perhaps we can actually learn from our mistakes in the future.
In closing let me thank everyone who is sacrificing their own safety to care for the people of the United States. You are our true heroes!