Howdy moshers,
I hope this finds you healthy and warm and well fed. It's January 5 and I couldn't help but break my silence to wish you all a Happy Cinco de New Years! It's hard to believe that a year ago on this day, many of us were crowded into my Beacon Hill apartment, eating sweet potato enchiladas and sharing our new year's goals, hopes, and dreams.
Today I am thinking of and praying for all of you, and the sickness, loneliness, discomfort, and sorrow that defined many of our 2020s. I hope you all still found ways to love yourself and love your neighbor through it all.
I've been waiting and waiting, hoping I can reach out with good news about our next in-person event, but it turns out I don't have any more control over COVID-19 than I did last summer. As I read about this more contagious mutation spreading across the globe, I can only wonder how much we, too, have mutated this past year, for the better. For the first time, I'm swerving into the new year not only with aspirations for personal growth, but for ways in which I can contribute to our collective well-being. 2020, you did that.
Our time has not yet come, but I know good things come to those who wait. I'm afraid all I can offer at the moment is a promise of my commitment to Mosh Pit Mondays, to our flourishing community, and to bringing us back together when Fauci gives me his blessing.
Oh, also, I'm not messing around. Mosh Pit Mondays is going places this year. First stop: moshpitmondays.com
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