Tonight is the last night of 2020, and oh what a year it’s been. For me it’s the year that, back when I was fourteen, all my collaborative stories of the future were set.
I bet you didn’t expect me to say that, did you?
In real life, we have had a flu pandemic disrupt the world. We’ve watched toilet paper and food supplies disappear off shelves. There have been fires, hurricanes, and drought. We’ve had stay-at-home orders. Work places have shut down or pared down. Masks have become fashionable necessities. Virtual programming is de rigeur. In the USA, we’ve had protests, riots, and a major election.
Everyone we know has been affected, one way or another.
The 2020 I grew up with was completely different, yet in some ways eerily similar. It was a world of magic mixing with the mundane, of children being put in cages because they were Other, of giant sandworms, and abandoned diners, and learning to rely on each other.
In both versions of 2020, imagined worlds have been my refuge and my joy.
And strangely enough, I feel as if the 2020 we created as kids prepared me for the 2020 of today. The adventures, the hardships, the fear, the overcoming.
Normally, this is the part of the post where I’d list out my accomplishments, but although 2020 was a year of milestones for me, I feel like the greatest part of my journey has been internal, and I’m still in the making. Here’s to a wonderful 2021.