Remember all of those friends who were making "Hindsight is 2020" jokes at New Year's. I bet they're regretting that now... in hindsight.
Anyway, the year 2020 hasn't been content to be a simple dumpster fire. No, it's decided that it has to go all the way to the factory where Dumpster-brand dumpsters are manufactured, cover everything in ridiculously devalued oil, and then strike every match in the universe.
I've already gone through the waves of denial and shock, the anxiety and depressive swings, and the phases of reading every article I can find in hopes of finding that one piece of context that might make the world make sense again.
I've become used to working from home, greeting family from a distance, and my house is cleaner than it's ever been.
You can't shock me anymore.
I'm rolling with the punches and not rising to your bait. You are the ultimate bully and I'm going to outlast you.
Time is just a construct anyway. If my life has to continue to be slip up into sleeping time, work screen time, play screen time, and Netflix, so be it. It's March the 57th anyway.
So I've learned to stop letting the year from hell dictate how I feel.
It's a shame that it took such a drastic upheaval to do it, but I've learned a lot about myself and it's not even over yet. I'm going to keep rolling with it, learning from it, and in the end I'll come out of it stronger and wiser than ever.
And I'll finally be caught up on my Netflix queue too!
