Saga, reviewed

I don't exactly choose my word each year. Sometime near the end of December, a concept will present itself. I write down a list of descriptors and synonyms that relate to the concept, and one of them stands out. So from the concept of "writing" came "saga." I was rather hoping to direct my own tale rather than being dumped into a collective upheaval, but here we are, so let's look back on how that word has appeared in 2020:

I took a letter writing workshop, then taught one myself.

I read more books this year than I have in any year since I was a kid, and had to revamp my journaling method (separate notebooks for bullet journal, planner, and journaling) because I started writing more.

I submitted a piece to a magazine, and they published it.

I proofed/edited a book for a friend, got advice from a writing mentor, attended a virtual writers conference, joined a mastermind group, and started an online journalism certification.

I hand lettered a tattoo for someone and she got it permanently inked onto her actual body.

I finally stepped back from knitting design, and reformatted the way I post here to be more like a monthly magazine (had you noticed?)

I also began to take a little more responsibility for myself and try to overcome the victim mindset I'd been nursing for awhile.

In all, we muddled through somehow. There were unexpected wins, and unexpected losses (I skimmed back through my photos from the year to refresh my memory and the tonal shift from one day to the next in mid March was sharp). But we're here now together, on the cusp of a new year and a fresh start. I'll write about my 2021 word next week!

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