I spent some time today listening to Trump’s violently divisive speech meant to energize his base and send out the word that ‘Old America’ will not go silently into the night. It made me fear how far we’ve come in the past three years and especially in the past year. I began 4 a full year ago. It felt like this was going to be a big year for me in terms of relationship and career and it has been exactly that. It also has been a departure from anything I thought my life could possibly look like.
We live in a world so different–so vastly different–from where we were 365 days ago that the two don’t even feel like they were headed to the same place. One year ago I didn’t even know what social distancing was, though I know the term has been around for much longer. I didn’t see working from home as a real possibility, let alone a lifestyle I would revel in. I didn’t think aging would hit me as hard as it did; that I would be on a freaking pill and having to develop ways to trick my body into living just a little bit longer (It’s called exercise and healthier eating, btw).
I do not have a plan for how to live in this new world. I am learning as we all are. I feel like I might be better in this space; better operating from my own home/cave and getting things on track as a writer.
I need a proper 365 review, but this was a good start.