BRACING FOR IMPACT
Or "The Optimism of Waiting for a Big Year"
As far as accidents go, this has been one of the happiest ones in my short/long life. Top 5, for sure. Ironic, maybe, when I flashback to the beginning of this adventure, now long, long ago.
I was battered and bruised from the circumstances and events of those two years that we all went through, and some other ones that — at the time — felt like only I did. The winter holidays had rolled around in 2021 and I, frankly, had hit a wall.
There were many different incarnations of this hyper-personalised movie chronicle idea before that wall was even in sight. Writing about them in real time on the Internet came well after the wall. It was the addendum to the last ditch attempt, in the cocksure naïveté of a 25-year-old that was in charge of the labelling of the “first” and “last”. Surely that was that.
I credit movies — as I have so often done. In a roundabout way, movies gave me a time capsule for a year in my life that really had to be seen to be believed, and one that I am not likely to forget a moment of till I’m well and gone. And, while I’m acknowledging, I would be remiss not to mention everyone who read all of that, effusive and otherwise. As far as happy accidents go, it is one whose dividends I am (somehow) still reaping. It all is just such of a ridiculous turn of events.
I have a lot more patience for circumstances and events of that nature this winter holiday season. And gratitude. So, when I do do all that again in the new year (a milestone in my own personal long/short life), it will be a lot of things that I gladly cannot predict at this moment. But most importantly, it will be met with the welcome inexperience of someone who has misplaced the label maker. I don’t know where it is. Thank God.
Happy holidays. Be seeing you.