I hate year in review posts. Or, at least, reviews of this year. But that’s most of us, isn’t it?
It’s been a rough year. I’ve vented some here but the vast majority I’ve kept to myself. Sharing isn’t always cathartic for me and lately, it’s more like picking a scab.
So as I type this listening to Haçienda’s NYE party I’ll try and winnow out some good that came out of this year (listening to 24 hours of some of the best DJs in the world from the comfort of home isn’t that bad, for example):
I got to see my sister before the world shut down.
The last time I fenced (a competition in early March) I managed to win second:
I finished a short story.
I finished the mock Fortuny dress:
I’ve rediscovered the restfulness of painting:
I’ve managed to keep up with friends and family despite the distance and separation.
I’ve kept my job and my health.
Those I know who were unlucky enough to get covid got only mild cases.
There are multiple effective vaccines.
And I’m lucky enough to be isolating with the best person I could ever be isolated with.
Those of y’all who have made it through 2020—you made it. Really, anything else is icing.
2021 needs to be better. I’m crossing fingers, toes, and anything else I can cross, that it will be.
Looks like you got a fair amount of creative work done despite this challenging year. For me, losing myself in creative work really helps to escape from the problems of everyday life. Here’s to a better 2021.