(NOTE: This is the post I did not post on Sunday.)
I was going to pass up #OneWord for 2021 but Sheila sucked me into it. I still like the concept of the one-word resolution. But I didn’t have one in 2020, and odds are it wouldn’t have survived if I had (because…2020).
But having thought about it some more, I think I can embrace this #OneWord for 2021. I think we’re all going to need some.
If you’re just a bit more ambitious about New Year’s Resolutions than I am, here are some suggestions about scaling them to something achievable. (Sorry about the NYT paywall, but I think they still offer a few free articles a month if you’re not a subscriber.)
I am not committing to any sort of regularly-scheduled programming for this space right now. I am hoping I’ll have the energy and inspiration to post weekly, but I’ve gotten no further than that. There’s a part of me that resists goal-setting and step-by-step planning; I’m too aware of how easily those can be blown up by things I don’t control. In that respect, 2020 really validated my worldview.
And this 2020 Bingo card is a good illustration of the utter disruption and abnormal “new normal” of the year we just closed To be honest, I’m perfectly fine with not having done these signature activities of The Year of Our Coronavirus, 2020:
- Become a home-school teacher. (All respect to you parents who have had to take this on, but I’m grateful to have grown children)
- Cut my own hair
- Binge-watched Tiger King (although it did get added to the Netflix queue)