Well, that’s behind us. Sure, it’ll take some time for the scars of 2020 to heal, and we may have rough days aplenty still to come. But I think the overall mood going into this year is more hopeful than hopeless.
There are 365 new sunrises, 365 new sunsets. There are 8,760 hours that we get to make the most of, trying our best after a year that tested us to new extremes.
“Dead yesterdays and unborn tomorrows, why fret about it, if today be sweet.” – Omar Khayyám.
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