Each new year brings the hope of a new beginning. And with new beginnings come new resolves. Normally, I am not one to make resolutions, as too often life gets in the way, or as Robert Burns sagely said, “The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men gang aft a-gley.”
Sadly, my plans have gone awry way too much lately, so this year’s resolution will be doable, or as my mother advises, I will do it with a KISS, “Keep it simple, stupid!”
For 2022, I resolve to write more genealogical posts. As I shared earlier this week, 2021 was a down year in many ways, including creatively. As a result, my blog suffered: fewer posts equaled less traffic, fewer comments… just less overall.
The end of 2021 is finally here… thank you, dear Lord. Never have I ever wanted to see the back-end of a year as much as I have this one.
Granted, 2020 was not a good year either, courtesy of a global pandemic. But, like most people, I did my best to weather the storm by masking, social distancing, and avoiding large gatherings…not that there were many of those to be had, sadly.
Like many others, I made a conscious decision to protect family and friends by masking up or just staying away. We didn’t like it, but it was the right thing to do.
Daddy, you doubted that it was as bad as was being reported. “You know the news sensationalizes things all the time, right?”
Even when your daughters, two of whom are nurses (one who worked firsthand with people stricken by this virus) assured you that it is bad, REALLY bad, you still did not believe.
Categories: Everyday People, Taylor-Thomas Line, This Is My Life
Tags: autobiography, biography, death, family, father, memories, my life, pandemic, personal
Okay! That’s it! I am sorry to say, but this “new normal” has finally broken me. The endless work from home (both in my profession and now as a “substitute” teacher for my children’s online learning), combined with reduced physical activity and the loss of “me” time has sapped my energy and stripped away my sanity. I am throwing in the towel and pleading uncle, “I give!”
Because of this $@%! coronavirus, my creativity has gone to crap. Consequently, I have decided to stop participating in this year’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks Challenge. Although I am bummed that I could not continue this endeavor, the constant research and creating connections to sometimes obscure writing prompts have made this challenge… well, challenging.
So, for the remainder of 2020, I will be focusing on pre-planned stories, personal pieces, and book reviews. Hopefully, y’all will stick with me as I go back to my blog’s tried-and-true topics.
As always, thank you for reading and commenting on my posts. You guys are the best! So, until my next post, may you and your loved ones stay safe and stay sane.