Let’s start with the facts.
April is my second least favorite month of the year*. This is the last day of April 2020, the longest April on record. Ever.
We do not need to go in depth into why this particular April has been endless, ridiculous, depressing, frightening, annoying, overwhelming, underwhelming, disruptive, insane, inane, et cetera, et cetera.
To my credit, I do believe, early on I set my intentions for this month and have accomplished those three intentions to the best of my ability.
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FIRST, I made a point to not complain about our personal small inconveniences during this dreadful month and I give myself an A- on this point.
SECOND, I made a point to have no opinions about how other people handled their time at home this month. I give myself a B on this point, having mostly not said a word about some of your more dubious behaviors, oh my friends and family + neighbors and numbskulls.
LASTLY, I made a point to be gentle and forgiving with myself, allowing my moods to swing, my thoughts to roam, and my sense of purpose to be redefined within the context of the times. On this I give myself an A+ because, not to put too fine of a point on it, I’m still here, sane, and relatively happy.
Poem to read: Lockdown Manifesto
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And with that I will turn the page in my calendar, putting April behind me and gazing into the glorious month of May, my second most favorite month of the year**. I’ve nothing scheduled to do in the month of May, but certainly it’ll be better than miserable old April, right?
One can only hope.
* August is my least favorite month of the year.
** October is my most favorite month of the year.
[May 2, 2020: I’ve reworked the look of this post to do an experiment with images, fonts, and the way in which Twitter tweets a link to it. The content remains the same.]