Today is New Year's Eve, and as I've been doing the very New Year's Eve thing of looking back on my year, I've realized there is not much to look back on. It wasn't a bad year, and by global standards, it was absolutely an eventful one, but in the Evensen house? Nothing really major happened. I didn't give birth, or start a new job, or undergo a faith transition. We didn't move across the country or survive a global pandemic. Nobody had a mental health crisis or visited the hospital. I don't think we even met our health insurance deductible. The last time I had a year this uneventful was in 2016, when the most notable thing that happened was taking a road trip with my in-laws (that was a harrowing experience in its own right, but definitely not on a par with buying a house or like...childbirth). The past several years, I've gotten to the end of December and felt a sense of accomplishment at just having survived the year. Now I've finally had a ch...
“I want to feel all there is to feel, he thought. Let me feel tired, now, let me feel tired. I mustn't forget, I'm alive, I know I'm alive, I mustn't forget it tonight or tomorrow or the day after that.” --Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine