A decade is over.
The end of a year is always a good time to put melancholy or gratitude into words. I don’t feel like I have anything new to say. Nothing of meaning anyway. So I thought to myself: What did I say in the past? Can I still find those old posts (it sounds like an insane amount of scrolling) and see what I was thinking a year ago? Or two years ago? Or five? This is what I found:
So I’ll leave it at that. There was joy. There was gratitude. There was misery. And lots of longing. Lots of hoping that the next year would be better. I’ll stick with that.
