hello, again.
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I used to read five or six blogs a week, but over time I’ve grown bored with most of them. I’m not interested in influencers (or “being influenced” by them) and I imagine many of you feel the same way. It’s the reason why you’re reading some blogs and not reading others.
2020 has been wild. I remember hearing about COVID-19 in January, but never expected it to impact my life in a meaningful way. Didn’t someone once say something about man making plans while God laughs? You could certainly say that while we made our plans for 2020, God laughed His head off.
Like many of you, I’ve spent quite a bit of time inside my home this year. Initially it was monotonous, but I’ve grown to enjoy my days spent in the Great Indoors. I’ve learned that home (whether a house, an apartment, or even a room) can be a refuge. It can provide rest to the body, as well as the soul. I’ll always remember those quarantine nights spent making pasta while listening to Bon Appetit’s podcast. Those nights felt restorative.
Everything feels fragile now, like, it’s made of glass. I’m sure you understand me when I say that things we thought could never happen can and that they may continue to happen for the foreseeable future. The world feels tense and we’re collectively bracing for impact at all times. We’re concerned things may breakdown even more. Maybe they will?
I’ve found that with this sense of fragility comes a sense of reverence, too. After all, something that’s fragile isn’t necessarily bad. Generally speaking, it’s usually very valuable and just requires extra care. This year taught me to care for things more deliberately. The relative peace of the past few years has been torn away and it may never return. Everything feels fragile, but everything feels more valuable, too.
I didn’t expect this post to go that deep, but such is life right now.
Stay safe, friends.
