The Lost Year

I keep hearing 2020 being referred to as “the lost year.” At first I didn’t think much of it, but the more I heard people call it that, the more it started to bother me. This extended time of grief and uncertainty is uncomfortable, to be sure, but to say that it’s a loss feels like we’re giving up on the possibility that it could also be a time of rest and reframing.

What if 2020 wasn’t the lost year, but the year we became found?

What if this period of collective suffering was the sobering wake up call we needed to finally make changes?

We have lost lives.

We have lost our old routines.

We have lost plans and trips and the ability to see people whenever we want.

And yet, we have found time.

We have found the relationships that were often neglected.

We have found the uncomfortable truths within us and have started to let go of what no longer serves us.

2020 has been a year of loss in so many ways, but it isn’t lost.