In Hopes of a Gentle Year to Come
I spent the past two days trying and failing to write a 2021 retrospective blog, and frankly at this point, I think I’m going to let it go and try instead to write one for what I’m hoping for next year. I won’t lie: it feels a little bit like tempting fate to even list things I hope for, but I refuse to let the past year’s grief kill what little optimism I have left. The ones I loved and lost would want me to keep hold of optimism, I think, so I’m going to cling to it as best