38 days till 2021

I took this selfie in Nice, France, on the back of my sister's scooter in the summer of 2019, when we could still do fun things like go to Europe.

Given that my sister was driving us to Cap d'Ail along the same road where Grace Kelly died, it occurs to me I should have been wearing bubble wrap and pads with my helmet.

I miss that.

But here's the thing. The God I serve wastes nothing, and while 2020 feels like a blowout there's no way that can be true. It's more likely that things less splashy than scooter rides along the Mediterranean have been happening under the surface all along. I just can't see them and they feel less fun.

Truthfully, I probably needed to pump the brakes on a few things, and since I wasn't doing it, 2020 pumped them for me.

Nonetheless, I believe in commas more than periods, so I still need to be dreaming and planning for what's next and so do you...

...because 2021 is a mere 38 days away.

Getting crystal clear on what you really want to do and be in this life is the only way life gets fuller and more meaningful. I get it if you're gunshy about possible disappointment but disappointment happens whether you're living fully or not.

Might as well go for it and manage what comes from the back of a scooter.

Imagine what it would feel like to say with full honesty and courage: "This is what I want to do with the second half, and today here's how that looks."

Where might you wind up? What relationships, careers, and endeavors might shift and change? What if that's what's been going on all along, just under the surface of 2020?

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