~ Jimmy Buffet ~
It’s been quite some time since I penned a proper ‘column,’ at least one that wasn’t resurrected from the archives of days gone by. I suppose that 2020, while it may have provided a wealth of material to draw from, didn’t seem like a suitable year to be adding to the avalanche of thoughts and emotions—at least, not without allowing space to develop a bit of perspective.
In the immortal words of Ross Geller, we all would do well to learn to pivot.
In life. In direction. In expectations.
If nothing else, 2020 has taught us that the best laid plans are merely a rough sketch of the reality we’re likely to face.
I came across an article the other day that attempted to explore the concept of time, its seemingly abstract nature, and the components that cause us to question the speed at which it appears to be flying—or, alternately, crawling—by.
It’s one thing to adapt to new ‘norms’ and acclimate to the evolving times we live in. It’s quite another to truly own that reality and be even remotely okay with it.
