This year has been a doozy. Hard time after hard time has hit and to be honest, there were days I wasn’t sure I could push through. Looking back over 2020, I realize the hardest parts were when I felt most isolated. When I couldn’t feel my community around me because I couldn’t physically be with them. It’s easy to look back on 2020 and see only hardship and mess and darkness. But if I look closely, I can also see how communities have shown up in beautiful ways.
I see neighbors checking in on each other and apartment residents serenading across balconies. I see neighbors delivering groceries and friends sharing game nights over Zoom. I see volunteers passing out food and supplies to those who saw financial struggle, and churches opening their doors to students virtually learning. I see whole cities cheering on those working tirelessly to keep us healthy. I see students and parents in our mentoring program who took the time to check in on me. I see creativity and innovation. I see hope and comfort only found when people show up for each other.
This year I’ve learned that community means something. That community is more than just a place or a group of people. It’s home and it’s hope. And while there were disappointments and setbacks, I learned that community will find its way back. I hope what we’ve learned this year stays with us. I hope we always remember how we adapted and how communities cared for each other.
Here at Blueprint 58, our goal is to build relationships in order to build a stronger community. This isn’t always easy, but this year has reminded us how important the work we do truly is. Intentionally walking with our neighbors, loving them and learning from them, is crucial to building a strong supportive community, especially when things get difficult. 2020 has been filled with heartache, but there are parts I hope we hold onto. Because the community I’ve seen flourish this year is one for the history books.