I don’t know what’s going to happen tomorrow. I don’t know what’s going to happen next week or next year. Based on what we’ve all gone through recently, no one does. But do we ever truly know what’s ahead? No one can fully predict the future 100 percent, and that’s a good thing. Sometimes disaster brings us together. Sometimes we need to get knocked down to stand taller.

Moving forward, we hold more power than we ever knew. I’ve never been good at sitting still. I love to cook, clean, garden, fish, hike, swim, and explore the possibilities that life holds. The trials of “tomorrow” have reminded me to fill in the gaps, to remember that I was raised in poverty and learned to be resourceful because I had to be.

Because of the unprecedented events of 2020, I connected with local farmers, supported more home-based businesses, and realized just how much energy lives inside determination. I think a lot of us feel the same. All over our communities, we have witnessed people baking bread — a timeless tradition. Our ancestors knew this skill well, but modernity made it less of a necessity.