Think of a Title
The year is now 2022, and it’s already shaping up to be a big year. If all goes according to plan (which, of course, is highly unlikely) I’ll be done my Master’s program at the end of the year, and be a month or two into a job. Fingers crossed.
It’s interesting, and probably foolish of me, to think of how things will be at the end of a year. After all, a lot can happen in a year, 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours. All that being said, it’ll be fun to see how things unfold. Personally, I’m a bit tired of living in unprecedented times, and am very much looking forward to living in some really precedented, borderline boring times.
One of the things I really hated doing when I was younger is when my mom would ask me to come up with a set of New Year’s resolutions. To this day, I don’t really believe in taking a “write something down, and revisit it” approach to New Year’s resolutions. To me, it just seemed like a contrived way of trying to set an artificially-derived timeline on something that might not even be realistically achievable, but that’s very likely the pessimist in me talking. Something that I’ve tried to do instead is to think of a general theme for the year and just keep it in mind. This is probably a mechanism for me to avoid writing something concrete down – but honestly, I feel like too much of a hamster running around on a wheel already, so I’m fine with that.
I think one thing I do want to keep doing is to write these things every Sunday. I feel like it gives me a chance to reevaluate and gather my thoughts for the past week, basically acting as a forced core dump so I don’t have to carry them around with me all the time. Do I worry about people I know finding a link to this place and reading through everything? Yes, but not to the point that I’m too concerned, it’s all pretty inane stuff, anyway.
UBC has decided to do the right thing for once and go online for the first few weeks of Term 2. Whether we’ll return to campus for the rest of term is anyone’s guess. I hope I can continue my research meetings with Gail in-person; flailing my arms about as I try to explain what I’ve been doing all week just doesn’t have the same effect via a Zoom call.
Here’s to a (hopefully) non-shitty year!