There is a record that has played in my mind for as long as I can remember. It questions everything I have, have not, or should have done. Suddenly, in mid-life, the record is quieting.
It’s one of the 5 Regrets of the Dying: I wish I hadn’t worked so hard. I think about it a lot when I go to bed at night or wake up in the morning and look at my days (and thus my life) and wonder, Am I doing this right? I’ve always been resistant to the 8-to-5. It leaves so little room for whims or creativity. A helpful person
It would pain me to begin this post with an overused sentiment (non-conforming is an elusive dream for me) so I’ll let the cake do it for me. Now, the truth. I am deeply proud of my 2020. This year, I lived an entire character arc. It’s very rare to accomplish something like that in such a neatly defined time period in real life, but I have done it. 2020