The Second Anniversary
I find myself sitting and reflecting on the year that was, again. As I look back, the year brought with it an uncanny unification of delight and despair. It was very different from how I had anticipated it to be. Plans were made that never came to fruition. And deeds transpired that weren't ever planned.
2022 grew to become a very pre-covid year. Things returned to normal. Time got more occupied with an assortment of assignments that got slipped away during the pandemic. You had lesser time to not do anything. Everyone started catching up with all that they played truant with during the lockdown. That seemed the logical reaction. So this year wasn't very active for me here. But it was an important part nonetheless. I didn't feel very motivated to write much, not as much as I did last year. I didn't get much time for pleasure reading-viewing-writing. But this space gave me the will to put my thoughts into words and share them, when I did. I did read and write more than I shared here, they just weren't all suited for this space.
2021 me was a very eager me. Eager to experiment with how I think and how I put those thoughts down. 2022 me was a calmer one. One that had a sense of how those words would roughly turn out. While still doubtful if what I write is worth anyone’s time, I feel a little confident in my words.
Once again, thank you to everyone who granted me the privilege of reading the words I put down and a very warm welcome to others. I hope the upcoming year bestows on you all you desire and deserve.
Cheers!
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