Well, fuck that noise.
2020 crashed down on us all hard, and I know I didn't achieve anything that I wanted, and frankly, looking back at the goals considering what a trash-fire year this has been will likely only depress me or make me angry. I'm not okay with either of these things.
So, instead, I'm giving myself permission to flip the mother of all birds at the past year and my past goals, wipe the slate clean, and try again. I have a new situation, with a new schedule, and some new dreams, and I'm still finding my way.
I'm not looking back at my 2020 goals. I'm not.
So instead you just get this brief blog post, letting you all know that I'm not looking back at 2020. What I will be doing, is looking forward to 2021. But that's tomorrow's blog post.
For now, to everyone who didn't get near their goals, give yourselves a hug. It's enough that you're still here. You're enough as you are.
And fuck 2020, and every single politician and citizen who made it harder than it ought to be.