Hey y’all,
I remember a conversation I had with my 101-year-old Oma a while ago. I asked her about getting older, and she repeated a phrase that her friend had told her: “The days drag on, and the years fly by.”
That phrase now lives in my head rent-free.
It is usually at this time of year during winter that the days do seem to drag on. And then all of a sudden, a marker for a new year.
2025.
Truthfully, I tend to only begin to take stock of the past year once I’m properly in the new year. During this past month, I have decided to step away from my NGO communications job, taking some time to think about what is next for me. It’s daunting to decide this in times like these, but I am privileged to be able to have a supportive partner and a larger community to make this possible.
While thinking about what is next, I want to work on several personal projects, particularly my neighbourhoods project, but I especially want to spend more time with my 101-year-old Oma. She still lives by herself and still has her memory. As this year flies by, I hope to spend some of those dragged-out days with her, listening to her stories.
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January was dubious, delicious, and nerve-wracking. Looking back, it was full of:
Pumpkin Creek skis, Costco, First Fridays, Friendsmas, skating on the river, the substance, basement meetings, X-Cues, bloodwork, Big Sky, Heights archery, big cries, Bronchitis, Severance, Silo, bussing to work, McNally Robinson, Mario Kart, cottage cheese pancakes, Universal Language, Conclave.
Enjoy the photos,
Michael, not Mike
Thanks for making it to the end. Here is another thing that lives in my mind rent free. You know the feeling about how time is moving faster? According to the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, that feeling is called Zenosyne.