It’s December. There’s one month left in a year that we’ll never forget and has without a doubt shaken up the world in so many ways. As I write this, I really don’t know what I want this post to be about or what message I’m trying to convey. I know the last few months have been a whirlwind. I just truly hope everyone is as well as they can be.
The last time I blogged I was livid at the lack of representation black establishments were given in the press during the beginning of the pandemic, and now you can’t go a day without hearing ‘black-owned’ and it’s wonderful. I hope the energy persists, most importantly amongst black people- as we can only count on ourselves to save ourselves.
Another interesting moment this year was a recent and quite personal one. I married my best friend. The ceremony was the most magical thing I’ve experienced. It was, however, obviously not the ceremony we initially imagined. In an effort to stay safe, our family and friends (parents included) were only allowed to join us via Zoom – which was a difficult but necessary decision. I started the year knowing my dad was going to walk me down the aisle and envisioned my mom fixing my veil making sure everything was perfect. In a way, the wedding was very symbolic of this year. Planning, scrapping ideas, crying, releasing, persevering, communicating, breathing. Ever changing, bending, and shifting until completion.
Now, exactly one month after one of the biggest days of my life and one month left in the year, I’m realizing this shift was very necessary – especially for my mind. The complications surrounding this year have been quite the reminder that anything is possible. While I don’t want to ignore that this has been a gut-wrenching year in some capacity for us all, I want to acknowledge the transitional time has been pivotal. As the saying goes: “God always gives us sugar to go with our vinegar,” and 2020 was the best cake I’ve ever had.
Keep pushing. Keep doing. Keep loving.
-D