Good riddance 2020 (or, not the time of your life)
I've had some great years; I've had some sucky years. Recently, 2015 and 2017 had their moments. But this year...it gets its own category for the sheer, unabashed steamroller it was over virtually every nook and cranny on the planet. I am not at all sorry to see this year go.
I will be finishing up my 2020 year in review soon, so my full story will come through there. I'm just glad, with five-ish hours to go, that it's ending quietly, and in a manner we're used to--Chinese food for dinner, and we've all gone to our separate corners, and that's how we like it. I haven't gone to a party in years, so it's not like that part's tragic. I'm okay with a quiet evening at home, and the weather is supposed to suck tomorrow, so I'm really glad we have no plans and I can stay home and chill--and rest. Yeah, physically I am different than how I was when I started the year. It had such promise, this year, so much potential, yet so much was squandered. So much. One thing 2020 gave to us was gratitude--for the simple things, for relationships, for the promise of the future. We learned not to take the future for granted. Hundreds of thousands of people have died from something virtually no one had heard of this time last year; they had no idea their futures were short. We'll lose more people, unfortunately, but here's hoping for far more of us, our futures are long, and we'll have the chance to welcome in 2022 in a way we're more accustomed to.
For now, 2021, you have given us hope. The dawning of a new year, the dawning of a new era. I hope the year, and we, both live up to our potential.
I will be finishing up my 2020 year in review soon, so my full story will come through there. I'm just glad, with five-ish hours to go, that it's ending quietly, and in a manner we're used to--Chinese food for dinner, and we've all gone to our separate corners, and that's how we like it. I haven't gone to a party in years, so it's not like that part's tragic. I'm okay with a quiet evening at home, and the weather is supposed to suck tomorrow, so I'm really glad we have no plans and I can stay home and chill--and rest. Yeah, physically I am different than how I was when I started the year. It had such promise, this year, so much potential, yet so much was squandered. So much. One thing 2020 gave to us was gratitude--for the simple things, for relationships, for the promise of the future. We learned not to take the future for granted. Hundreds of thousands of people have died from something virtually no one had heard of this time last year; they had no idea their futures were short. We'll lose more people, unfortunately, but here's hoping for far more of us, our futures are long, and we'll have the chance to welcome in 2022 in a way we're more accustomed to.
For now, 2021, you have given us hope. The dawning of a new year, the dawning of a new era. I hope the year, and we, both live up to our potential.