Year's End
31 Dec 2020 03:09 pmHave you ever felt like you should post something but just don't know how to start, how much to open up, how much to put out there?
I have an uncomfortable feeling that after the year that was 2020, there are likely many more people than I am happy with having my same feelings I am.
My dilemma is that I do not want to be defined--nor have my year defined--by so much crap that has happened. I want to rise above it and declare myself joyful because joy is not happiness, and it is not dependent on circumstances. However, the Crap and hormones are trying to rob me of my joy. Can you feel the tension inherent in the thought of having to fight to be joyful?
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pjthompson 's meme instead of dwelling on it.
My first entry of 2020 came in June:
Today* we welcomed a new bird to the property (and three potential others, more about that below) : A Khaki Campbell drake, the titular Mr. Brown.
We have since eaten Mr. Brown. :(
July:
An OS update, which I thought I had installed weeks ago, put an end to my horrid keyboard lag problem, and I can now type freely. Color me happy.
Nothing for August, so this is from September:
What follows will be long and quite possibly uninteresting for anyone not into growing food, but I wish to get a copy of my thoughts and observations of this growing season (as well as a few comparisons to others) in one place where I can refer back to it.
From the same day because it was my birthday:
Birthdays when you are young:
Let's do ALL the things and have a PARTY!
Birthdays when you get older:
Please don't make me do anything, and party, meh. Let's have cake and call it a day.
October:
We've been having a very wet and windy week, actually almost two weeks.
November:
(They're Alive...). My bees that is.
December:
November 29 began like the other mild days we have had thus far this autumn, but by afternoon a London fog had settled on the landscape.
I have an uncomfortable feeling that after the year that was 2020, there are likely many more people than I am happy with having my same feelings I am.
My dilemma is that I do not want to be defined--nor have my year defined--by so much crap that has happened. I want to rise above it and declare myself joyful because joy is not happiness, and it is not dependent on circumstances. However, the Crap and hormones are trying to rob me of my joy. Can you feel the tension inherent in the thought of having to fight to be joyful?
Let's do
pjthompson 's meme instead of dwelling on it.My first entry of 2020 came in June:
Today* we welcomed a new bird to the property (and three potential others, more about that below) : A Khaki Campbell drake, the titular Mr. Brown.
We have since eaten Mr. Brown. :(
July:
An OS update, which I thought I had installed weeks ago, put an end to my horrid keyboard lag problem, and I can now type freely. Color me happy.
Nothing for August, so this is from September:
What follows will be long and quite possibly uninteresting for anyone not into growing food, but I wish to get a copy of my thoughts and observations of this growing season (as well as a few comparisons to others) in one place where I can refer back to it.
From the same day because it was my birthday:
Birthdays when you are young:
Let's do ALL the things and have a PARTY!
Birthdays when you get older:
Please don't make me do anything, and party, meh. Let's have cake and call it a day.
October:
We've been having a very wet and windy week, actually almost two weeks.
November:
(They're Alive...). My bees that is.
December:
November 29 began like the other mild days we have had thus far this autumn, but by afternoon a London fog had settled on the landscape.