On Sunday I said goodbye to my oldest. He’s off to boot camp and other new and scary adventures. With the ongoing pandemic, I likely won’t be able to fly out to see him graduate, which just adds to how shitty this year has been.
This year, like most usually do, started off hopeful. I set up my Bullet Journal with goals and routines. I started a new job. I started a morning routine (with exercising!). Then it all came crashing down before spring had even arrived.
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