I’m not sure as to what it is that I want to say about this year. What can I add to the conversation that has not already been said?

Maybe I’m thinking about it the wrong way.

It’s not something that we cannot surmount so long as we take precautions to look after ourselves and each other, and I don’t just mean within our own communities; I also mean those in other countries.

At the end of last year I said something about how I felt as though I’d lived every day of the year. I think it would be more appropriate to say the same thing about this year, but I certainly spent a lot more time sitting around and doing little.

Sure, there was work; There was a lot of writing. Culture Eater saw more reviews and interviews go up which was nice. Kept the podcast going (known as Podcast Eater) There was still a decent amount of photographing and there also was a good amount of reading.

More bushwalking than usual, which also was nice. Still, I did a lot of sitting around doing very little which wasn’t exactly a good use of time, but ultimately I was very lucky to be able to waste so much of it.

I did manage to complete two things for Stupidity Hole I set out to do earlier in the year and that is something I’m sort of content with, but only due to now having the desire to see if I can take those two things further.

Despite things feeling a little more uncertain than what I’d hope, I’m still looking forward to next year. Hopefully it sees us all faring a little better and with a less loss of family and friends.

2021? Bring it on.