May 15, 2020

2020: Working titles for my memoir

2020: The year that felt like it shouldn't count but probably did more than any other.

2020: The year that felt like it'll be known as "the dark year" but will be more formative than almost anything else in our lives.

2020: The year we learned to love our kids more, live with a bit less, and re-watched the office in record time.

2020: When working from home no longer felt like a privilege.

2020: The year of the delivery driver.

2020: The year we had actual things to complain about.

2020: The year we realized the church is more than four walls, our neighbours are our community, and that going to Walmart actually can get more stressful.

2020: When Netflix became an essential services.

2020: WTF, Facebook: Volume 218.

2020: The year the world united against a common enemy. Kind of. Mostly.

2020: Does this mask make my eyes pop?

2020: The year we shopped local.

2020: The year we realized that grocery pick-up really was essential to our happiness, and got to live order to order, not knowing when we'd get the next one. We also cleaned out the entire contents of our freezers.

2020: It's only May. We're not even halfway there. Please, Lord, no more plagues.

2020: The year of cancelled plans.

2020: Grieving extroverts and emotionally confused introverts.

2020: The year droplets took down the entire beauty industry.

2020: My year of baking, re-purposing, gardening, and homesteading in the city.

2020: But what about the children? The dark years of education for the children of millennials.

2020: Define "alcoholism."

2020: The permanent demise of the button fly and rise of the elastic waistband.

1 comment:

  1. All of it. I can't imagine pants coming back in style, tbh.

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