A new decade is almost upon us.
Next Wednesday, we say goodbye to the 20teens and hello to the 2020s.
I won't miss the decade we are leaving.
There has been too much loss during this time.
Some of the loss was unexpected, some of it just the natural order of how things happen.
Either way, expected or not, loss is still difficult to adjust to.
There have been some gains as well.
I won't go into any detail about any of this. I don't want this to come across as whining especially as I know others who have lost far more.
My wife says I live too much in the past. She may be right, but I make no apologies for it. I just try to deal with things my own way and much of that includes writing about things. I'm glad for the motivation even if it seems silly to others.
I expect loss to come in the 2020s as well.
My parents are quite old and I don't expect them to last another 10 years.
That is something my sister and I have been preparing for, but I suppose you can't prepare totally.
This seems to be one of the many negative aspects of aging. People can try to paint as rosy a picture as they like and say that the alternative is far worse. There is truth in that. But I think people generally tell themselves such things to feel better about it all.
I don't require that. I like the reality of it all even when I don't really like it.
So, since I rarely post in this blog any more, I thought a nod to the coming 'Roaring' 20s would be appropriate. Just keep the roaring to a minimum, please.
Some of us are trying to sleep.
