~ Jimmy Buffet ~
March 13, 2020. the day the year went on ‘pause,’ indefinitely. For me, it began the evening before, with a mad dash to collect any essentials from my office in preparation to work from home ‘for the next two weeks,’ merely as a precaution, with the promise to reconvene at the start of April.
‘Tis February. Time for another column? While one small contribution a month may not seem like a lofty goal, it’s precisely one more per month than I attempted throughout the entirety of last year so ... progress, I suppose.
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.
