We’re not out of lockdown yet but in my mind and heart, I’m now calling myself free. Free to look forward. Free to embrace a fervent future. Free to dream big.
After a month-plus of hiding and indulging, I now gaze outward. I wake up early. I strive.
Within the swirling chaos of everyday life, my Big Decade skeleton overlaying 2020 will be two big years, the Writing Big Year launched yesterday, and the continuing, trivial-but-uplifting Lexicon Big Year.
How I wish the rest of 2020 spanned twelve months, not merely eight!