Holy shit, 2020.
My last post was in April, and it was hopeful. I take that back - not hopeful, but bittersweet. Writing about the things that I miss and yearning for normalcy again. Dreaming about a return to my gym and throwing a massive party and going to concerts. At that point, in April, if you would have told me where I would be today, I never would have believed you.
I don't yearn for those things so much anymore, I guess because they feel so out of reach. Concerts? Large parties? Crowded indoor group fitness classes? I don't even consider it, perhaps because its too painful. I've learned in the past few months not to think too much beyond the short term, and those things are so far off that it seems futile to consider them. So I don't.