I’ve been asked what my “thing” for 2020 is – habit, words, goal, whatever. This year, I’m going to try and get comfortable with being uncertain.
Ugh. A New Year, and I’m late to writing about it. Everything I’ve read by other people has been better than what I’ve got to say. I’m running out of ideas for this stupid blog.
I’d like to pause and consider some of that New Year self-help rhetoric. As when the clock strikes twelve, it can be so easy to forget where we were this time last year, this time last decade.