The shared emotion of 2020, I heard on a podcast this week, was bereavement. Given the sheer number of us who lost parents, friends, partners or livelihoods, that seems legitimate. If it is, I hope the overriding sentiment for 2021 is this: Recover, Rebuild, Reimagine.
It’s a new year, one we are all too eager to welcome after what is roundly accepted as a disastrous last trip around the sun. The grief, the fear, the worry that defined 2020 won’t leave us because we flipped the calendar to January. With a COVID-19 vaccine now available for front-line healthcare workers and our loved ones in nursing homes, both groups hit hard by the pandemic, there is reason to believe tomorrow’s tomorrows will bring a return to hugs and visits, parties, concerts and all the things we have missed.