This picture of my turnip harvest says it best. 2020 has not lived up to its hype and expectations. Here I was, expecting 2020 to be epic AF but it’s feeling like a dud.
It’s been 5 months since someone turned on “disaster mode” on this game that we call Life. I’ve finally had enough time to mentally digest what’s going on. I’m feeling a lot less reactive than I have since March and I’m starting to come to appreciate just how epic 2020 has been so far.
Memories fade — I want to make sure that I can look back at these blog posts decades from now and remember how 2020 was a meaningful year of growth for me and hopefully for humanity as a whole.
Before I get into it, here’s a poem that resonated with me:
What if 2020 isn’t cancelled?
What if 2020 is the year we’ve been waiting for?
A year so uncomfortable, so painful, so scary, so raw —
that it finally forces us to grow.
A year that screams so loud, finally awakening us
from our ignorant slumber.
A year we finally accepted the need for change.
Declare change. Work for change. Become the change.
A year we finally band together, instead of
pushing each other further apart.
2020 isn’t cancelled, but rather
the most important year of them all.
- Jan-Feb: Life as “normal” (Everyone needs time to relax and take a break right now)
- Mar-Apr: COVID-19 Madness (Eyes Wide Open USA)
- May-Jun: Black Lives Matter (My Social Justice Journey)
- Jul-Aug: Search for Meaning (My Mental Health Journey)
We’ve done everything to such excess that there is no consumer for all of it,” Jacobs told Vogue. “Everyone is exhausted by it. The designers are exhausted by it. The journalists are exhausted from following it.” He added, “When you’re just told to produce, to produce, to produce, it’s like having a gun to your head and saying, you know, Dance, monkey!”