So I’ve been catching up with close friends the past few weeks and every single one of them has had a different adjective to describe this past year. Hard, disappointing, lonely, weird, greatest. Honestly, the whole idea of trying to judge how spectacular or depressing your life is based on a calendar year seems pretty futile, if you really think about it. Just because some dude named Julius Caesar (kidding, I know who he is, kinda) decided to introduce a 12-month solar calendar doesn’t mean we need to define our successes and failures based on that timeline.
You've Got Everything Now
You've Got Everything Now
You've Got Everything Now
So I’ve been catching up with close friends the past few weeks and every single one of them has had a different adjective to describe this past year. Hard, disappointing, lonely, weird, greatest. Honestly, the whole idea of trying to judge how spectacular or depressing your life is based on a calendar year seems pretty futile, if you really think about it. Just because some dude named Julius Caesar (kidding, I know who he is, kinda) decided to introduce a 12-month solar calendar doesn’t mean we need to define our successes and failures based on that timeline.