I don’t really have it in me to do a proper 2020 wrap-up post, in part because I don’t really feel much like looking back on this dreadful year. Besides the fact that it mostly sucked, I’ve been ill for nearly two months now with no real end in sight, and that’s enough to take the little wind out of my tattered sails. (Chostochondritis, so nothing life-threatening, but I still don’t recommend it — especially if you’re a podcaster — talking is No Fun these days.)
Mostly what I want to say is if you made it this far, I salute you. Keep it up. Even if your biggest accomplishment of 2020 is making it to the end of 2020, that’s a damn big accomplishment, and I hope you can take a moment to recognize your own perseverance. (I am also sparing many thoughts today for those who did not make it this far.)
I don’t really do resolutions, but if possible, I’d like to also make it to the end of 2021 in one piece — a piece that’s in better shape (emotionally, mentally, physically) than I am right now. But honestly, if I’m no worse off than right this minute, it’ll be a win.
So I guess, here’s to 2021, a year of low expectations.
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