reflection + a metaphor

I started attempting this whole blogging thing because of a global pandemic. I thought that alone would make 2020 an interesting year.

Except it's all been downhill since. We've been watching the world slowly descend into the depths of hell, with disease and protests, job loss, and who knows what else.

Despite it all, attempting to find stuff to write about on here has been a struggle. Everything posted on here, to me, feels like repetitive and whiny. And while that alone is a valid sentiment, I realized it's also kind a metaphor.

This year has been, by all accounts, exhausting. While you could argue I've been productive, dealing with all this is a mental drain. I'm not alone in that. 2020 is legitimately collective trauma for all of us.

My point? Well, not sure there is one, other than to share that (depressing) observation. I wish I could just blame thinking like that on being in a rut, except it would appear that this whole year is a rut. I hold very little emotion towards it, all things considered. But, it would be nice to experience former glories again, instead of the never-ending blasé that is life in 2020.