The Lost Year

As 2020 comes to a close, I wanted to join the chorus of voices rising together to bid the year a heartfelt “Fuck you, don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out”.

For a blog with no posts between March and December, it would be easy to believe that there was nothing to post about, which of course we can all agree is undeniably incorrect. The truth falls closer to there being too much to write about and most of it falling squarely within the boundaries of hot-button topics that I have spent the bulk of 2020 trying to avoid being engaged in conversation about.

Just as Amily and I largely disengaged from active socializing to the best of our abilities (because of THAT, THOSE, and THESE AS WELL), I actually made a conscious decision around August to just wait out posting anything here as a bit of a depiction of how I have viewed the year and our place in it. In a very real sense, the lack of posts says as much as anything I might have written during that time.

Rest assured, that much like a bad habit, I am very hard to get rid of, so we can look forward to 2021 being filled with all manner of musings and general nonsense from my end of the equation… Assuming that 2021 isn’t actually 2020’s more abusive older brother…

Hindsight is 2020

With 2019 coming to a close and the figuratively endless possibilities of 2020 ahead of us, I decided that it was time once again to carve out a small space in the wilds of the Internet that Amily and I could call our own.

Truthfully, the trigger was actually a very well written and heartfelt post on Facebook that an old and distance friend wrote a few weeks prior. I actually commented to him that what he wrote was far too good for Facebook, which I largely view as an invasive PR front that encourages FOMO (fear of missing out) and divisionism farm more than it does deep and meaningful conversation and reflection.

For my part, I occasionally have things I want to say, ideas I want to share, or achievements I want to celebrate, but no particular audience with which I am inclined to do so with… And a space like this allows me to do so. I am not so dishonest as to claim that I do not occasionally like or crave praise, attention, and affirmation because we ALL do to varying degrees. But I am equally inclined to enjoy just doing a happy dance without an audience while I fist-pump to no one and exclaim excitedly into the solitude of the moment. A space like this is the digital expression of doing that.

May 2020 be precisely and exactly what it turns out to be.