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Better Than It Started

The new year is knocking on the door, which means it’s time to reflect on the previous year and look ahead to the next.

It’s interesting to look back at the last 12 months at once. While we were in it, living each of the 366 days this leap year, we were busy transitioning from one moment to the next, moving from calm to crisis to celebration. Each moment seemed fleeting because as soon as it happened, we were forced to let go of it and be present in the next one.

When we pause to reflect and look back, those little moments disappear, and we see only the big ones—the milestones that shaped and defined the year. We extract them as the major plot points necessary to understand how the story of our lives developed.

This year, our story is one of addition. We added two more countries to our travel map. We added a family member as our goddaughter came to live with us, giving my wife and I a pseudo-daughter and my son a pseudo-sibling. The family expansion has opened him up in remarkable ways. Speaking of opening him up, my son added a new device to his collection, having surgery to implant a DBS in the fall.

Our story is also one of resurgence as we started to dig out of our post-pandemic hole. We’re having more family meals together, and although we’re addicted to watching Holey Moley now at dinner, at least we’re doing it together. After too many years away from it, my wife joined a band this year and has been singing regularly. And after a spotty past few years, I’ve been posting regularly on the blog.

I’ve also focused on my other creative pursuits. I took up drawing and have a project in mind for next year. I’ve also continued my French lessons and maintained a 5+ month streak in Duolingo. My son also picked up the language bug and also has an impressive Duolingo streak in Spanish.

This year, I also worked on myself. Since the spring, I’ve worked out nearly every day, including a few hours of tennis per week and walking the dogs almost daily. I also have a healthier diet. As a result, I’ve lost most of my pandemic weight, which was caused by little exercise and little self-control in food choices.

I’ve continued with my inner self, as well. With several significant personal and professional challenges this year, I’ve gained clarity on who I am, what I want, and what I can let go of, which has me feeling better than I did earlier in the year.

Of course, better is subjective. On the inside, clarity in relationships can be better, even if, from the outside, it looks like the parties have moved further apart. It can remove ambiguity, simplify expectations, and provide clear boundaries and expectations, and that is better.

Overall, we’re ending the year better than it started. I think I will sit in this reflection and re-read this chapter of our lives one more time to take it all in. With so many personal, professional, and political variables that will change next year, it’s impossible to predict exactly how the story will unfold. But if this year has taught me anything, it’s that growth comes from embracing the unexpected and finding meaning in the journey. As the new year approaches, I’m carrying forward the lessons, the love, and the momentum we’ve built.

Here’s to another chapter filled with challenges to tackle, milestones to celebrate, and memories to cherish.

Checkpoint

It’s a new year.

In video games, after you make progress or achieve an accomplishment, you save your game and create a checkpoint. It’s a snapshot of the way things are at that moment. That way, if anything happens after that point, you can always revert to the checkpoint. Everything before the checkpoint already happened and can’t be undone, but anything that happens after the checkpoint becomes volatile until the next checkpoint is created.

There were so many changes and developments for our family last year. We started last year by adding my son’s service dog to our family. After almost 20 years with the same company, I decided to leave and take a different job at a new company. After 7 years of struggling with the school system, we found a school that is a better fit for my son. Because of that, after 7 years of living in the city of Philadelphia, we also moved to the suburbs.

Most of last year was about those changes, and for most of the year, they felt like changes in transition rather than an end state. As we came upon the new year, I wanted to shift that mindset from “in transition” to “this is the way things are.” I wanted to create a checkpoint that solidified those changes in a way that allowed us to look forward and build new things on top of the old and create new experiences from that point in time.

Of course, the checkpoint includes the both the good and the bad, and last year wasn’t all good. It never is. My son still has epilepsy. We are still very much in the middle of a pandemic. The planet and its people are continuing to degrade. We continue to make choices that hurt each other because we’re too selfish or ignorant or malicious. We still need to be right. We still need to be justified. We still need to win. Or maybe we’re just too hurt ourselves. People are messy.

That pain is part of this checkpoint, too. Some of it is harder to leave behind and accept as “facts from the past” because it seems determined to infect this year, too, and influence the volatile nature of the present and future. As much as the hope is to leave the hurt and the actions and the trauma in the past, it’s hard to ignore their echoes that exist in the present.

A checkpoint also means you can’t go back. You move forward. You can do things differently from that point on, but you can’t go back and undo what has already been done. That’s the risk of creating one. But in life, we can’t go back. Wishing we could go back and do it differently or make different choices is focusing in the wrong direction and prevents us from accepting what is and focusing our attention on the only direction we can actually influence.

Forward is where we have choice. Forward is where there is possibility. Forward is where there is a chance to heal. Forward is where there is intention. Forward is where there is hope.

It’s not a matter of letting go – you would if you could. Instead of “Let it go,” we should probably say “Let it be”.

John Kabat-Zinn

The Year That Was 2020

Let me start with the understatement of this brand new year:

2020 didn’t go according to plan.

The pandemic changed our lives…our world. So many people have lost their lives. I have friends who lost loved ones to the virus. I know people who have lost their jobs. We were forced into isolation and lived without physical connections. We lived in fear of the virus and of each other.

The deaths of too many of our Black brothers and sisters shone a light on the pervasive racism that continues to exist in our country. We watched our city express its frustration and desperation for change on the streets, as did many others across the nation and around the world.

The election continues to demonstrate the divided nature of our country. The same tools that we used to connect with each other when we couldn’t be together also spread dangerous conspiracies that endangered lives and pulled us apart.

The pandemic didn’t create these things. We were already disconnecting from each other every time we checked our phones while spending time with others or in the middle of a conversation. Racisms and its damaging effects have existed forever. And our divisiveness goes back to the start of our country.

2020 wasn’t a dumpster fire because it created new problems. Instead, it is because it stoked many separate, smoldering problems. The embers from those fires were carried far and wide, where they were able to gather enough fuel to grow and the individual fires started to connect into a massive blaze.

The fire has done so much damage. This is usually the part of a post where I would write how fires in a forest clear the way for change. I would mention how the nutrients from the dead trees are returned to the soil and how those nutrients and exposure to sunlight encourage new growth. But I’m having a hard time believing it myself.

Because of the effects of my son’s epilepsy, I’ve spent a lot of time over the last few years standing among the ashes. When you’re standing among the ashes, it’s hard to see anything other than the damage that the fire has caused. It’s hard to believe that things are going to be any different when it takes so long for those seeds to sprout and become a new forest.

The turning of a calendar isn’t going to make racism go away. It’s not, nor is a new president, going to bring our country together. It’s not going to return our lives to what they were before, even if we wanted to pretend that these problems didn’t exist before the pandemic.

Change doesn’t come just from the flipping of a calendar or the passing of time. Change comes from wanting things to be different. Change comes from believing that things can be different. Change comes from action.

We have to clear away the ash and encourage those seeds to grow.