We made it through 2020! I’ve never had a year that was as completely fucked up as 2020 was. I hope that 2021 will at least offer some slight improvement for us all.
My sense of optimism has returned with this New Year, at least for the first few hours. I must admit that I went to bed immediately after midnight and a few kisses from Hal because the need to start the association from 2020 was so strong.
Now, at 0500, I’m awake, and I’ll soon be taking a shower to greet 2021 properly. I’m thankful to report that I’m feeling good, with no shortness of breath. Of course, I want 2021 to be a much better year in terms of my physical health and well-being. I want to avoid any trips to the hospital in the New Year.
I hope that everyone, except for republiKKKans and Nazis, will have a great year. Those two groups can all leave the planet and die as far as I care. They tried to destroy this country, and we must remain on guard against them in the future.
I have to pull out one of the laptops or Chromebooks to continue writing this post so I won’t be guilty of breaking the one pseudo resolution I made myself for 2021. Just as soon as I resolve to get out of this ultra-comfy bed this morning, I’ll get right on that.
I am glad to report that my creative and writing juices are flowing without interruption right now, and it is a welcome change because my love of writing never went away. It suffered at times as the overall awfulness of 2020 just sapped the strength out of me. I don’t miss that feeling at all.
Overall, I am delighted to welcome you in 2021. Let’s hope it lives up to the promise of being better than 2020, which, after all, is a very low expectation of meeting.
New Year’s Eve is here. We’ll be glad to see the end of 2020. Hopefully, there won’t be another year like 2020 for any of us.
I finished cooking the pork chops. The groceries are bought and stored away. Hal and I are content to stay home this evening. Even if there were no pandemic, we would be staying home. The times of going out on New Year’s Eve are behind us. We enjoy our time together, and we don’t need other people around for us to have a good time.
I think we’ll watch old movies on tv tonight until the balk drops in Times Square at midnight. After that, we’ll go to bed and hope for a much better 2021.
Another thing that comes into consideration is our 21st anniversary that happens on January 6th. Our anniversary is a significant event, and I want to do something special for us on that day.
Today I will be pushing for 2500 steps as I continue to work myself back into better physical shape. Today marks the two-week anniversary of coming home from the hospital.
I was so damn weak when I got home. The only thing that I could do was to wrap myself in blankets and sit in the chair in the living room. I could barely stand up without almost falling over. It was impossible to do anything without Hal’s help. I was utterly dependent upon him for everything.
Eventually, I felt my strength begin to return, and my appetite slowly emerged. I had lost more than 20 pounds in the hospital, and that had weakened me more than I realized. It was nearly a week before I had the strength to stand in the shower to clean myself properly and feel clean again.
Hal put me on a sensible plan to recover from all of the issues. The project seemed relatively weak at first, but I quickly found out that I was in worse shape than I thought. The modest goals were achievable without exhausting myself. Getting too tired every day would just have discouraged me and slowed my progress, if not dropped altogether.
I wasn’t even allowed outside the apartment until the end of the first week. Even then, I was only allowed to walk to the car and start the engine to make sure it would work. I went to my appointments with Hal via Uber. Hal let me drive to the grocery store and wait for him in the parking lot a few days ago. Now I am allowed to make short trips on my own because I am stronger than I was before.
The real way I can measure my progress is my step count. In two weeks, I am up to 2500 steps per day and feeling great. I will try for 3000 steps as my next goal. Ultimately, I want to reach 10,000 steps per day. I will get there eventually.
I can’t stress emo that none of this would have happened without Hal. He is my soulmate and my partner on this journey through life. In fact, in just one week we will celebrate our 21st anniversary.
I tell Hal every day how much I live him and how lucky I am to have him in my life.
As I’m awake, I might as well start another Day One Journal about my music addiction. Many other things are far worse to be addicted to than music. I used to smoke. Thankfully I found the will power to stop. I never want to stop my music addiction, however.
I decided to let Apple Music create a playlist based on my music taste, and that is what I am currently listening to. I’m enjoying everything from Supertramp to David Bowie and Beck, all thrown together in wonderful randomness. My day is already almost perfect due to this incredible music mix pumping into my brain.
An interesting question I found in my Journaling Guide book for today. What is a new hobby I want to try? I suppose that if I’m honest, I would have to answer that there is a hobby that I’ve let slip, but it is one that I want to get back into, and that is playing guitar.
I’ve been so sick and under the weather for so long that my guitar playing has stopped. When I think about it, a pandemic that has me at home would seem to be the perfect opportunity for playing, but illness and exhaustion won out every time.
It feels like I’ve let myself down, but that isn’t the case. I need to keep getting stronger and then take the time to pick up the guitar and start practicing again. That is the only way I can get myself back into the playing routine once again. I’ll never become proficient if I don’t practice.
I was speed-browsing through blogs I followed this morning when I ran across an article that caught my eye. It mentioned how the best way to encourage interaction with my blog was to comment and get involved with other people’s blogs actively.
Therefore I promise myself to stop “speed-browsing” and take the time to read more of the blogs I claim to follow from now on.
Today’s prompt asks the question about a point in my life when Fear made a decision I couldn’t make for myself, and what the impact of that is even until today.
When I was ready to graduate college with my BA, I seriously thought about going to Law School. It seemed like a natural progression to take with a degree in Political Science. The thing that held me back was fear of the future. I knew that only Dad’s death and the help from the VA had allowed me to go to college in the first place. Mom was doing her best, but I yearned for my own independence.
I knew that if I went to Law School, it would mean moving to another city in another state, with no guarantee that the VA would still help. I checked on several law schools and even in the 1980s the prices were obscene.
Fear convinced me that I had to move on without further education. The decision wasn’t hard because the fear already has me in its grip. I ended up in the Navy and made my way through several career bounces since before settling on the job I have had for the last fifteen years.
For the last fifteen years, I’ve worked as an SME (Subject Matter Expert) for a software company with a major government client. I utilize my education and my background experience to demonstrate to the client how our products can improve their own data management processes, written procedures, and their overall data quality.
The job sounds both exciting and boring, and yes, there seems to be equal measures of both most of the time. I am constantly learning new systems and how we can integrate them into the infrastructure we have already constructed. This proves challenging because I can’t control how any external system creates and maintains its own data. The external company is solely responsible for those processes unless we can negotiate a written agreement on how to share data in formats which each separate system can process correctly.
There are times when I wish that I could try to market our products to other data producers, but that job is not in my career path. I exist in that nebulous world between client and software developers. I normally receive high praise from the client who sees what I can show with their data, while at the same time, the software developers in the same company i work for seem to view my inputs less favorably. I attribute this to the software developers mindset that they think they know best what everyone wants. They also seem to have forgotten to approach any data management system from a client point of view.
So, my job is interesting and often full of surprises. I wouldn’t still be doing it after fifteen years if I hated it, but there are some days that are worse than others, as with any job.