Warning: This is gonna be short.
If you read my last two posts (here and here), both titled "Work in a pandemic," there won't be any surprises here. It was more than enough to keep up with teaching* and my duties as department chair during a constant panic mode at my college, while trying to cope emotionally during a worldwide pandemic and national political crisis. Both of these are, I hope, winding down, and we'll see a gradual return to some sense of normalcy in which the number of new cases and lives lost each day start to decline and heart-stopping political news doesn't break around the clock.
* Let me just say here that my students were incredible this semester, despite many of them enduring devastating personal losses and hardships that would test the strongest of us.
Like last year, this year I continued to work on several projects, at various stages of development, without making significant progress on most of them. I am thankful to my patient editors for tolerating this, and I hope to get back on track in the new year. As it happens, this year will be my 50th, having turned 49 yesterday, and it would be welcome for that to provide some motivation to make it a better year than the last two. (Who does anything in their 48th and 49th years anyway, right?)
Through it all, at least I managed to keep up with twice-weekly posts at my Virtues of Captain America blog, which this week covered the last issue of 1984, and will start 1985 issues on New Year's Day. On the other hand, however, I took a break from regular blogging at Psychology Today, at which I last posted in late March (excerpted in the October 2020 issue of the print magazine). Until I have new ideas worthy of posting there, I'm giving it a rest, but hopefully not for long.
So here's to a better, brighter, and calmer year ahead, when we can move ahead with our lives, while remembering those we've lost—and what we've lost—as well as reflecting long and hard on how we got here so it never happens again.
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