For some of us there have been some major historical events that are marked forever more in our consciousness. When 9/11 occurred I wondered for days how we would get through that feeling of sadness and despair. We got through it. We mourned. We strategized. We grew up as a collective. For some, the date is searing hot in their minds. For some, its just the date and the year in which it happened may have been forgotten. It was 2001, by the way.
Fast forward to 2020. Does the year even exist? As my son noted this morning, the year 2020 gets scratched. He’s already thinking ahead to 2021 with the hope that masks will be gone and he will be seated in a classroom.
We are more than half way through the year and the sense of time is readily suspended. Where has the year gone? I regularly sign and date documents and it feels oddly strange to date them 2020. I don’t feel we have a year. We are just on covid-19 times. Non-stop.