Where do you begin with all this looking back at an entire decade? I mean, thinking of time in these giant blocks is enough to give anyone an anxiety attack. So I won’t.
However, looking back at the last few days and hours gives me the best indicator of my life – today, yesterday, and moving forward – and I can wish for nothing more, in the next minute, week, year or d-d-de-decade (not trying to count chickens here). I have always said I’m the luckiest person I know . . . and it’s still a true fact.
Also, 10 years is a really really frigging long time. Cheers to 2020, y’all. Let’s take it one day at a time.