*Climbs out of 2020 bunker, far more bearded and disheveled than he went in.
I think it’s safe to say this year sucked. And not just in a normal “gee, things sure are sucky,” kind of way, but in the whole “wow, what is this, the end of the fucking world?” sort of way.
Frankly, 2020 left me feeling more drained of emotion, motivation, hope, or anything like that. Between a pandemic rampaging America, a huge political and racial divide, Oregon literally being on fire, threats of war, poverty and death, more or less I’m stumbling across the finish line this year.
Back in March, I decided I needed to take a break from blogging and instead focus on applying to jobs as a dietitian. My one month vacation became two, which then was three, and now it’s been around nine months since my last post.
The year 2020, while a massively shit year, also had some good moments. I was able to strengthen the friendships I had already made with some mutual hobbies. I was able to get started on writing what will hopefully be my first published book. I also got into making mixed drinks and making my own spirits (so far I’ve made a coffee liqueur and Irish cream).
I’m also planning on upgrading my site for the following year. I’ve already begun updating the layout of the site, and am trying to find any pages that might be messed up (if you happen to find any, please let me know by clicking here, I greatly appreciate it!). I want to eventually get my own domain and make the site more professional.
As we leave 2020 behind, one quote I said earlier in the year rings true. “Twenty-twenty is a year of hurting. Twenty-twenty-one is a year for healing.” I’m not entering this year as optimistic as I entered 2020, but here’s hoping that 2021 will be less of a dumpster fire than 2020 was.