Happy new year to whomever is reading this.
A warm blanket and a comforting drink to whomever is reading this. I can’t expect anyone is doing well. 2020 was a horrible year for me, and I imagine it was for everyone else as well. I am exhausted. I have been exhausted for months. I feel like I need a vacation from life. I am sorry if you feel that way as well.
I think it is safe to say that 2021 will have to be better than 2020, for the simple reason that there will not be another US election. That for me was the largest drain on my well being in the last few months of the year. I have already gotten into the nitty gritty of it, closer to the undying event itself. I won’t go into it again.
2020 reminded us all of that (fabled) Chinese curse “May you live in interesting times”. It really is a lovely little ‘fuck-off’ to whomever hears it, particularly as it throws our normal most common complaint, boredom, back in our face. That for me was the truly weird part of 2020 as a year – the fact that I somehow managed to be completely and utterly bored, and yet somehow in a constant state of anxiety. There is just no winning, is there?
I am not trying to Monkey Paw this wish, so let me try to be very precise. I would like to with the readership of this blog a wonderfully boring year in terms of the politics of the world and their lives, but not so boring that we are stuck in our homes for months on end.
I need to recharge my batteries. In 2021 I will be posting to this blog a little bit less. No music challenge this year. I am also going to post just twice a month or so (every other week), although that may not kick in until I have burned through some of the many posts relevant to 2020 that I still have on the burner. However, I will do a monthly photo-dump until I have exhausted them. Frankly, I have enough photos from the summer of 2020 to last till the summer of 2021.
So everyone please take it easy, as much as this year permits us.