Every New Year, Erin hoped for better, and every year things just got worse. Twenty-twenty had topped them all.
This year, she wasn’t going to tempt fate. No hopes. No expectations.
Sipping her coffee on January second, she opened her email to a job offer. Okay, maybe a little hope!
Here’s to hope for a better year in 2021. Happy New Year everyone! I know I already said this, but I think we all need some positive thinking right now.