TODAY’S QUESTION: How do you think this pandemic year has been for blogging in general and your blog in particular?
Interesting questions. I’m not yet sure exactly what happened or what is happening now. I know that I found myself feeling drained. I think I was a little depressed. And I was angry.
I was angry at our government, angry at you-know-who. Enraged that things had come to this pass. Horrified at humanity’s unwillingness to face reality and deal with it. I was overcome with a sense of foreboding, that our world is doomed.
Denial is not an answer. Combined with greed,
it will crush us.
We seem to be in three modes:
- I see the problem but I’m not willing to spend the money to fix it.
- I don’t see a problem. What problem?
- It’s your fault. Whatever is wrong, it’s YOUR FAULT.
I can’t write about misery and doom all the time. I get what’s going on, but I can’t deal with it constantly. So I started to retreat into books, photography, and mindless video games. And birds.
Eventually I stopped being depressed, but didn’t stop being angry. I know no one wants to hear about this stuff. We got Trump out of office. Now we want peace and if not peace, than at least silence. We want the angry voices to shut up. Go away. Leave us alone. Not only do we not want to hear about it, we feel helpless in the face of so much tragedy, misery, and pain.
My photography has gotten better. My writing has become much less frequent. I get ideas. I write. I read what I wrote. I delete it. If I felt that what I said might have some meaningful effect on the course of events, I would try harder.
Meanwhile, I take pictures, feed the birds, squirrels, and chipmunks. Watch the leaves uncurl on the oak trees. Plant a garden. Maybe grow some basil and other spices. Hope we get more rain. Enjoy the blooming of orchids.
2020 was the year that all the bad stuff came back and bit us. It was the T-Rex year of human misery.
Mostly, I find joy in growing things and taking pictures. I don’t think I have anything to say that anyone wants to hear. I don’t even want to hear it. Was this because of COVID? In a way. We were so locked in, there was little to do but ponder our beliefs. It was not a productive year even though it could have been.
Maybe if I were fifty years younger.