What a run.

I was hoping to have more variance in today’s posts, but this is the last chance I had to share these photos, so that took over the posting. Also made it a lot easier for me to share stuff.

I’m thinking about the last year primarily and all the heaviness that came through the posts, and how that’s not what I wanted happening between the fourteen years anniversary and this one. I’m also thinking about where my writing has gone and how it has changed since I started Stupidity Hole. It has been a wild, dull ride.

I set out to write a lot of silly stuff and that’s not exactly how things went. After lockdown, things became very much a meditation on boredom, but in a far clunkier way than that suggests, probably because it was by accident. Well, boredom and depression, but the depression was always there, I suppose. And grief. Can’t forget grief.

I probably could’ve done a better job of slowing down and pacing myself better. That would’ve helped immensely. Oh well.

I want to keep this one short and sweet because I’m not actually that big on anniversaries. Fifteen years is a good run and I’m glad I made it this far. I probably should have stopped a long time ago, but I persevered and whilst a lot of the writing I’ve done here I find lacking, I’m glad it’s mine.

What else is there to say? This should be a celebration. This shouldn’t be sad. I’ve had a lot of downs and some ups, but I can’t complain. Well, I can and I probably will, but I’m happy with things right now, and I want to linger in that happiness for a bit.

But yeah. Fifteen years. What a time.