Well, here we are. Coming up on the end of the weirdest year ever. Or at least, I think we are. It is December, right? I have had no sense of time for the last eight or so months. Everything blurs together.
I would like to say that I'm going into 2021 with a whole bunch of stuff written, but... I do not. It was a lot of starting and stopping all year long. Could not drum up the energy to focus on anything for very long. It's starting to improve, but still too early to tell if it can be sustained.
I'm also pretty sure that at the beginning of the year I said that I was going to post more about writing with ADHD and then... did not do that (which feels kind of on brand, doesn't it?). I mean, I've been spending the last eight-ish months living with even more time blindness than I have in my entire life. Of course, playing Stardew Valley did not help with this -- and I only got into it in the last couple of months.
I could go with never seeing the words "in these unprecedented times" ever again, to be perfectly honest. I would prefer to live in precedented times instead. That would be fine. That would be great. I have yet to close the tab for Is 2020 Over Yet? because it just keeps going and going. At this point, aliens won't even be the weirdest thing to show up.
I'm not going to say, "I hope 2021 is better" because that feels like it's tempting fate. But my province's Chief Medical Officer has a catch-phrase that she's been using for the last most of the year: hold fast. That's what we need to do for the next half year. We need to hold fast. There is an end coming and this pandemic will pass. It just feels like it's going to take forever.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have virtual beans to grow and virtual chickens to feed.
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