I’ve made no resolutions - I never do. No point. That said, I've taken the best from the year that was an absolute shit show in a clown car consumed by a dumpster fire from hell.
We escaped 2020 with our health (mostly) in tact. The giant bruise on my ass from a minor altercation with a flight of stairs on Christmas Eve wasn't all 2020's fault.
Departed family members have yet to be memorialized. As I write this an urn of ashes rests three feet away, next to my fireplace hearth. I may or may not have occasional conversations with the dear woman confined to it. Yes, 2020, this is mostly your fault.
My husband and I recount daily how fortunate we are to have each other, a healthy relationship rich with love, respect, and the ability to navigate life with adequate resources - especially when times are ridiculously abysmal rough. Sorry 2020, you don't get credit for what we've built, but thank you for attempting to test it. 2021, however, will see us celebrate the 10 years we've been together ever since that rainy September evening when my "man walked into a bar" - literally, and wearing a trench coat.
I can hear 2021 mumbling "gee, thanks" knowing this will be an incredible year of droll cat videos posted by otherwise somewhat sane adults with better shit to do. It's called baggage, 2021; deal with it. Salute smartly, press on, and STFU.
Actually, I appreciate some online opportunities that didn't present themselves until the year of the plague 2020: online Italian conversation courses and gaming with friends over Zoom. No one has to worry about drinking and driving, just drinking and applying appropriately funny filters or backgrounds. <Insert quaint pat on the head for 2020 here.>
And how could we forget - plague or not - the efforts to oust the most ignorant, vile, amoral, corrupt, psychotic, narcissistic, disgusting, abominably stupid oxygen thieving sociopath to ever stink up the Oval Office and defile the American Presidency? I spent nearly the whole year volunteering my bruised ass off toward this common goal. Over 81 million Americans mobilized and came together from all political parties to form the coalition of the decent and vote like our lives depended on it. And for many of us, it did.
As of this writing 2020 saw us do our best to kick Fat Bastard a l'Orange, Loofah-faced Shit-gibbon, Mango Mussilini, Sad Bloated Carrot, Cinnamon Hitler, President Shamwow, Donnie Dipshit whatever (we don't use the name in our house) to the curb, but he's attempting to cling to power in a job he cannot and does not want to do.
2021? It's up to you to end this madness in 19 goddamned days. Nineteen days of whatever the fresh hell a "Kraken" is spewing nutball conspiracy theories. 19 motherfuckin' days of delusional morons who do their "research" on You Tube lapping them up and regurgitating their treacherous, idiotic cud back up and out into their maniacal echo chambers of goofball misfits and miscreants.
For fuck's sake, 2021, don't jack this up. Yes, you have more than one job. Sorry. That's life.
One half of our household just got the COVID vaccine. We are counting on 2021 to advance the ball and score some points toward some semblance of societal normalcy once again.
2020: You are dismissed. Take a knee, drink some water.
2021: Loosen up, stretch out the kinks. Let's do this.
Peace, love, and hope for society to get its civil shit in one sock.
If things ever get too intense or depressing, we can always fall back on booze and cat videos.
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