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three years ago
Feb. 13th, 2019 07:28 pmI happened to look over at a printout I have hanging in my office today, and I noticed that I printed it on this date in 2016. This would not be interesting in and of itself. But I printed this out because it is the best comment I have ever gotten on anything I have ever made in any format. I keep it on my wall to remind me of why making things and putting them out into the world is worthwhile.
It's just that it took me a minute to calculate that it is, indeed, now 2019. Which means that printed comment is three years old. That is, not coincidentally, just about how long I have been at my (disastrous) day job.
It's not that I haven't gotten other comments in those three years. It's not that I haven't made things and put them into the world in those three years. It's just that it feels like three years was a lifetime ago, and I have no sense of where all that time went. What I did with it. What it was good for.
Time is always a difficult subject for me. Sometimes, like this, it comes up and punches me square in the nose with a lot of emotions. Today, they are not good emotions.
It's just that it took me a minute to calculate that it is, indeed, now 2019. Which means that printed comment is three years old. That is, not coincidentally, just about how long I have been at my (disastrous) day job.
It's not that I haven't gotten other comments in those three years. It's not that I haven't made things and put them into the world in those three years. It's just that it feels like three years was a lifetime ago, and I have no sense of where all that time went. What I did with it. What it was good for.
Time is always a difficult subject for me. Sometimes, like this, it comes up and punches me square in the nose with a lot of emotions. Today, they are not good emotions.
