Throughout the year I’ve started each month with a heightened sense of optimism than what I end up with by the end of the previous month. One thing I’ve learned about myself over the past couple of years is that I love a Beginning. Whether that is the beginning of a week, a month, a year, I almost always feel refreshed and ready to take on whatever “new” period of time is ahead. While I still am struggling to maintain the level of structure and enjoyment in life that I had pre-pandemic, this love for beginnings has stood strong. This little bit of rambling is just to say that while…