This post will be a departure from my previously stated intent of
describing how the most recent Washington State lockdown has affected
me. That post looked to me, a few days after writing it, to have been necessary
in order to vent and work through my frustration, but it had not turned out to be so terribly necessary
in terms of needing to be in the world.
Just after I had finished writing it, I noticed this
Serdar Yegulalp over at Infinimata Press, and I was struck by its
conclusion in particular. Why was I so down, when I have so much to be
thankful for? Although the second lockdown represented the fourth major
wrench thrown into my plans for maintaining my physical and mental
health in the last year, it was a problem I was able to solve. This is
how life works: situations change and we adapt.
I am thankful for my spouse, who challenges me creatively and
perpetually broadens my horizons. I am thankful for my career, which
continually provides me with interesting and complex problems. I am
thankful to live in a world that provides me with the tools to hone my
skills at writing and typography and the platforms for distributing my work with a minimum of bureaucratic friction. I am
thankful for each day I am able to pick up a barbell and move heavy
weights around, which, thanks to recent investments, will be most of
them for the foreseeable future.