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 What a year this has been. As I sit back and reflect over the last 12 months, I’m consumed with a great deal of gratitude. I’m so grateful and extremely blessed to have made it this far. So many people perished along the way, faced hardships they never saw coming and clung to the slightest glimmer of hope to get them from one day to the next.

Phrases such as “unprecedented times, black lives matter, essential workers, virtual schooling, zoom meetings, social distancing, and contactless delivery became our new normal. We were forced to limit our social interactions with friends and loved ones to remain in good health, all while marriages and

relationships were tarnished in the midst of it all. Love became a thing of the past and unfiltered emotions were the headliner of the show. Mental demons that were suppressed over the years reappeared with a breakout performance the minute the entire world went silent. I saw people I believed could handle anything burst at the seams and watched as their lives took a dramatic turn.

I also saw blessings in the lives of people that needed it the most. Unemployment benefits ranked the highest they’d ever been, allowing people to put food on the table and maintain somewhat of a normal lifestyle. My business soared for the greater half of the year and I could barely keep up which was nothing but the work of God. I had more money in the bank than I ever had, and even got some great news in the midst of it all (stay tuned). I created some great memories, loved even harder, lost my mind a few times, and accomplished goals I never thought were possible.

Looking back over it all, I made it. I may be bruised, a little less sane, and eager for a fresh start, but I’M STILL STANDING!!!  In the new year, my list of wants and expectations are very minimal. Why? Because what God has for me is for me. No pandemic, string of bad luck, or human being alive can interfere with his work. In the new year, I want to be a better me. Cool, calm, collected, and unbothered. Cheers to the New Year.


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