It’s here again, the end.
And as I sit down to write my now customary yearly review, I am absolutely riddled with coronavirus. I’m also high off all the brie and crackers I just ate and a little drunk from all the coffee I’ve been inhaling. Oh yeah, and the slipped disc in my back is killing me. Not to mention the strain in my neck from sleeping funny. And I stubbed my toe. Even so, I’m feeling pretty good.
Great, even.
Excited.
2021 has been my most productive year in a long time and I’m buzzing with what 2022 might bring, but as you may know, a new year cannot begin until the old one has been strapped down, dissected, prodded, and examined. We need to pluck out this thing’s organs and give them an exploratory squeeze.
“But why tho?” you ask. “Why go through all that bother of reviewing your year?”
Well, I think the Luke-of-2020 said it best when he quoted the Luke-of-2019:
“Every year I sit down and look back at the previous year and try to break it down, make sense of it. I think the Luke-of-last-year said it best: ‘Time, then, to hold on tight, nail down the days, and look upon what has happened and try to make sense of it. If we don’t then it may just end up lost in the endless sea of details, drifting further away from our recollection.’”
For the curious, here are all my previous yearly reports:
So… 2021...
Let’s crack this crack open this ribcage take a peek inside…
