Those that have followed me for a while know that I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions. Instead, I take one word that encompasses personal growth, a word that I concentrate on every day.

I deemed 2020 The Year of Prosperity.

And the fates laughed out loud before they wove this past year’s dark threads through the tapestry of time.

Between the pandemic, riots, political polarization, conspiracy theories, and algorithms putting people in social media extreme echo chambers, 2020 was one big WTF moment after another.

Prosperity would be the last word I’d use to define this past year.

But as I reflected on my personal journey, I realized that I had a narrow view of prosperity’s definition. Like most people, I associated the word with completing projects, fortune, and success. But living through 2020 was a humbling experience and has given me a fresh perspective.

• I’ve been able to work remotely, which has enabled me to visit my parents and help those less fortunate.
• I have a roof over my head and food on the table.
• My children haven’t lost their jobs, and they both work in safe conditions.
• Friends and family members who have gotten COVID have survived.
• My inner circle is comprised of compassionate, caring humans that are always there when I need someone to talk to.

Before this pandemic, I took so many things for granted and complained about ridiculously mundane problems. Living through this time has given me insight and a newfound appreciation for all the many blessings I’ve been given.

I’ve learned to slow down. Appreciate the little things. Practice patience and positivity. I’ve taken time away from social media and learned to give myself grace when stress and anxiety drove creativity away.

I think we all can agree that 2020 has been a dumpster fire of a year. But that fire has forged a new understanding. Prosperity isn’t a bottom line on a royalty sheet or a bank account. It’s a humble appreciation for everything good and meaningful in our lives.