cautiously, i’m looking forward to 2021. it’s not naivety; i know the rolling of the clock from one arbitrarily-numbered year to another isn’t going to change anything that’s going on right now. it’s desperately clawing hope from the jaws of misery because if i’m going to have keep dragging this ambling human frame forward for another year on this hellish orb i’m going to need to look forward to something, goddamnit.optimism is a survival strategy i’m actually not very good at
that title implies i made progress, which may or may not be true.there is comfort in ritual, regardless
i’m feeling extra ditzy and lost in the time sauce today, so i started this much earlier in the day than usual.there’s also less on it, because i have brain problems!
this time again! i was, let’s say, distracted today, so there isn’t as much to say, buuuuut…keeping up anything like this for more than one day is a win!
lately, it’s hard for me to get a grasp on that i’m doing anything particularly useful with my time. but when i think really hard, there are things im doing, it’s just hard to see them. so, from now on, i’m thinking of making a little daily log of what i do each day. essentially a public diary, though how “public” anything i do here is… questionable. privacy by obscurity, i guess?
anyway. getting to the thing i set out to do:starting on the worst holiday, even