It’s 02/2022. I like that. It was 02/02/2022 just on Wednesday. And I did nothing new or exciting. But isn’t that most of the movements of life: habits and rhythms, not new and exciting.
I have had lots of new and lots of exciting in the last nine months. In the last seventeen months + one week, I haven’t been public about much. Especially not on Instagram and Facebook and LinkedIn - only enough to show I’m alive and a contributing human being to this world, at least in following the standard society-approved good stuff like graduating college (!) and getting a job (!) and getting a new apartment (!) and growing older (!!) and occasionally having fun with (amazing!!!) friends.
Here, though, we have a kind of archive, time-stamped to to 2020, which feels like the last time I chose to quiet enough and slowdown enough to be presently, momentously writing.
This is a small step in the right direction, I think.
It’s 02/2022.