The Shit Show That Was 2020
For a brief minute there I really felt like I had my shit together. Of course this is relative these days.
Having your shit together in 2020 means you don’t have panic attacks when you happen to catch the news and see field hospitals being built in Central Park. It means being sober at least a few days out of the week. And it means only gaining a few pounds since you can no longer safely get your gym on.
2020 was annoying and fucked up and scary for a lot of people.
For me, it was just filled to the brim with crazy highs and super low lows.
The excitement of embarking on a cross-country road trip solo while pretty much everyone else in the world is avoiding travel to stop the spread to work a harvest season in a winery (a dream of mine).
Living in California for a few months - away from everyone and everything that I know and love and thought I loved but realized maybe I didn’t need anymore.
Starting a house project only to still be trying to get the details right and actually start the damn work almost nine months later now. (And no, if you’re reading this - and you know who we are IRL - this is obviously not frustrating in the slightest so thanks for the dumb question.)
A new dog that we might be fostering, might be adopting permanently, who is something of a terrorist but who is adorable and snuggly and such a good boy albeit plagued with serious life-altering hip problems that I’m sure is going to be hella cheap to fix.
Finding out that while I always knew my back was bad, I’m not really sure that I needed to know that I have *another* herniated disc that makes it stupid challenging to do a lot of the physical things I used to love doing (or at least things that made me feel good after doing them even if I freaking hated them while they were happening - aka running) or even just sitting like a regular damn person without a pillow behind my back. (Yes, I’m frustrated by this too if you couldn’t tell.)
Catching Covid, and getting over it, only to watch friends of mine deal with their parents catching it and struggling to recover, and praying things turn out okay. While at the same time internally rolling my eyes when I hear people who are super covid-conservative and have barely left their house or seen another human not behind a computer screen in almost a goddam year at this point yet somehow they manage to catch the ‘rona while still somehow being judgy that your personal comfort/risk levels are too “loose.”
The politics. Let’s not even get started on that shitshow.
And so, here we are, in the beginnings of 2021 and I couldn’t be more grateful than to move forward, or in any direction really, away from the dramatic, better-be-once-in-a-lifetime, dumpster fire that was 2020.
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