Like most people I’m sure, I’ll be glad to flip the calendar from 2020. I started this blog in 2010, at the end of (for me) a tumultuous year. 2020 has been less personally challenging but still no picnic.
I tried for a few years doing a year-end sum-up of things that made me laugh/cry/get mad, but looking back at those lists I see that some of the entries were ill-conceived. 2020 does not lend itself to celebration or even acknowledgement, so I’ll definitely skip that this year. Instead, I’ve re-read almost all of the 192 posts I’ve done — a bit like reading an old journal or scrapbook.
Looking back at my posts from the past 10 years, things have been mostly pretty good. I had some good thoughts. I read a bunch of good books and a few pretty terrible ones (the blog posts are cautionary tales so I don’t make those mistakes again). I’m a little more than a quarter of the way through my things project, and three-quarters through my school project. I’m most proud of the posts about my Pop, as I think they capture him well and have helped me work through my own thoughts and feelings. Overall, I don’t think I’ve said anything too controversial, at least nothing that will haunt me (I hope).
My writing has stayed pretty consistent style-wise, and it still sounds like me. I think that now I’m less prone to commentary and more focused on reflection and documentation. Less opinion, more legacy. The documenting projects provide some good touchstones for stories, and I hope to do more of those.
I’m still musing and wondering and still (I think and hope) at mid-life. I like to think I’m somewhat wiser, but perhaps just more experienced. We’ll see what the next 10 years brings, but let’s get 2020 over with first.