After blogging since the early oughts, 2018 was the first year I posted every single day. It wasn’t always first thing in the morning, and sometimes a scheduled post failed to post on schedule, but I posted every day. After a while, it was too good a streak to break.
What else did I do this year? Caught my first swarm, made a more effective strike against the invasive Glossy-leaf Buckthorn species we’re plagued with than I have before, had a slightly better garden and a bigger one. As usual, I read 100 books. To finance my chicken habit, I made some strides at my day job, narrating more audiobooks and more exciting and challenging ones.
I’m still obsessed with productivity, still use and love Habitica, and this year integrated some GTD principles for more efficiency. The almost lifelong habit I have of packing more in than I or anyone should is catching up with me, and that’s the next thing I need to change. I aspire to do less now, which is a major shift from half a lifetime spent wanting to do more. Sigh.
Happy New Year! I wish everyone more health, strength, and success creating a life and world that is good.
2016 was a tough year. The defining event was the loss of our dog, which continues to be very painful. Sure, I got even more done than usual, but I get tireder every year and the list stretches out in front of me to the horizon like a never-ending road.
There is every reason to be completely incapacitated by depression. Natural systems and species are being destroyed, Syria is being destroyed by war, nations are falling apart, and society as a whole seems more incompetent than ever at correcting the course. I’ve been frightened for our fate, that feeling seems pretty darn appropriate, and I can’t do a whole lot about it.
And so, this sentiment, embroidered by my new friend (one bright light of my 2016), that about sums up the year. All Growth does not Take Place in Sunlight. My new favourite phrase.
And a quote:
“You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.” -Gandhi
I love the WordPress annual report. Here’s mine, although it’s pretty torturous to watch, at least on my browser. The world’s slowest, meekest fireworks. If I waited outside for a show like this, I’d be pissed.
Although I eschew resolutions (I make those every New Week or less), it is a nice time to review.
So besides that the world didn’t suddenly end…
2012 on the whole was pretty damn rough. It started out fine, but when my husband was unexpectedly denied entry to Canada, I moved all I own in two weeks, abandoned my garden, we left the lovely cozy barn we just finished, lived in a tent until we got the camper habitable, and proceeded to make a long-term habit of roaming around like itinerant snails with our camper.
I should have learned by now that it’s best to tell the whole truth at the time, but I hate that. Continue reading 2012 in review: Ok. We’re all still here.