Everybody is writing their 2020 wrap-ups. Listing all the things they did or wished they had done this year. All the bad shit that happened in 2020. A few of the good things.
Man, just thinking about writing down ALL THE THINGS that happened in 2020 makes my belly hurt.
Not because of any trauma from 2020. Actually, my year was okay. My family stayed healthy. We all kept our jobs. I am stoked that my commute was cut down from an hour to five minutes. I’m especially happy that I have a toilet all to myself!
It’s because I don’t really process time all that well.
I’m like a dog, I guess.
I just see today. This minute. What am I going to do in the next minute? And the next one. On and On.
Which really sucks when it comes to planning.
So, I scrolled through my calendar to see if anything majorly impressive happened this year.
So, in no particular order, here it goes:
I do remember February. I screwed up my ACL, fell down a flight of stairs, got a UTI and a hemorrhoid. February really sucked.
I signed up with a marketing team who signed me up for a ton of podcasts and interviews. That was fun and I met some really interesting people.
My Pilates routine took a big ass beating from February thru April. Luckily, I’m back on track for hiring small blonde women to torture me for an hour.
I learned that my job easily translated to a work from home position which made me very, very happy!
I released the Jake Istenhegyi Omnibus, Volume 1 and 2. I also sent a new version of Sherlock Holmes and the Shrieking Pits into the world.
I wrote of bunch of stuff but damned if I can remember what they were, if they went anyhere, or if they are just moldering on my harddrive.
So, I think my goal for 2021 is to be more mindful not only of what is happening today but to keep track of all the things that has, will, or could happen.
Man, that sounds like a hot steaming cup of no fun.