But some days are just harder than others, and if there is one thing 2020 has taught me well is that planning things is often not an option and to just plan for the plan to fail.
Living where the weather can be extreme and living past 70, and living on a ranch, and being a mother, grandmother and insurance agent had taught me pretty well, not to plan too much ahead or in any great detail, but 2020 with Covid, just pretty much flushed what was left of planning attempts down the toilet.
So I have worked (at my job) less, taken more photographs, cleaned more closets, sewed more, shopped on line more, Facebooked more, read more, started a blog, cooked more, and become acquainted with Netflix and binge-watching series.
In retrospect, 2020 hasn’t been all bad, and we have all probably learned things about ourselves. We have been blessed to stay healthy and hope to make it to the time there is a successful vaccine available to us. We are furtunate to live in the country where our life style itself really hasn’t changed a lot. I am so happy that I have plenty of interests and hobbies and chores to keep me occupied.
But today is one of those days that I am officially “over it!” I want to PLAN a family Christmas! I want to PLAN on getting a Christmas tree and trimming it! I want to PLAN a Christmas Eve and Christmas Day meal! I want to chose a church service to attend! I want to PLAN on watching my kids and grandkids opening their gifts!
But for now I will plan to hope. I hope and pray for us to be able to plan again and all that means. In the meantime, we need to stop and enjoy the beautiful sunrises and sunsets and moonrises, too, because we can plan on them.