What. A. Year.
Let's flashback for a moment. New Year's Eve 1999. Dooo doo dooo dooo (That is a time traveling sound effect...Humor me). I was about to turn 14 and my best friend and I were rocking out to The Wedding Singer soundtrack while her older sister had a much cooler party upstairs in which we were not allowed to show our faces. You don't have to tell me how cool I was, the answer is: VERY. Okay, so, it's 1999, the Prince song is everywhere and it is the dawn of the new millennium. Everyone is anxious about Y2K. We are nervous to see how everything will change. We are hopeful for the future. We are IN the future. You can burn your own CDs for goodness sake!
Flash forward to now *insert sound effect* and we're nervous for about a million reasons. Back then I wondered if I would still be able to use AIM, or how "it will be so weird to write '00 on my paper!" Now, I wonder about how quickly a vaccine can be delivered. I wonder what in-person school will look like after being online since March. I wonder how to challenge myself and others after a year of political and social unrest. I wonder if I'll ever shake someone's hand again or be cool about toilet paper. The issues are bigger, but the energy feels the same: Bring it on, future. Whatcha got?
I'm excited for 2020 to be in the rear view mirror, but it has taught me a thing or two. It taught me patience, how to unmute myself, how to style the upper half of my body, how to not take anything for granted, how to clean out all of my closets twice, how to spend more time outside, and to be oh-so-grateful for good health. My heart and soul goes out to everyone who has struggled through this year or who has lost someone they loved. Let's forever tell their stories as well as our own.
This New Year's Eve will be me, my dog, When Harry Met Sally, and we're gonna (not quite) party like it's 1999.