01 January 2020

The Year of the Possible

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Is this thing on?

You may be wondering that, too. There are lots of blogs I've read over the years that just sorta stopped without warning. And I admit that I have found myself wondering if this one was in the same sort of stasis.

But in spite of the rather long rest from blogging, I find that I am not quite ready to quit. And I certainly have more that I want to shout into the void. However, I need to get back into the habit of writing. And what better way to do that than using the new year to try and get that in motion?

For now, I am going to start with a particular writing prompt. Every day, I get a link to all of the tweets I have written over the past (almost) 13 years for the given date. (If you're on twitter and want to get these, just follow On This Day). So, I'm going to choose one tweet to share here and talk about.

Our first one is one that I have tweeted four times (including today):
https://twitter.com/science_goddess/status/1080088151564070913
This is based on a superstition that if you repeat the word rabbit on the first day of the month, you will have good luck for the remainder of it. Does it work? Nope. Not a darned scientific thing about it. However, just like finding a heads up penny or tossing a coin in a well, it's sometimes good to dream for a moment.

Over the last several months, I've thought a lot about The Case Against Hope, an opinion piece by Roxane Gay. Until now, I've felt like hope was significant. A long time ago, I even wrote about it in this space. But at this particular point in my life, this paragraph from Gay's piece has prompted me to think differently:
But instead of thinking about hope, I want to continue thinking about possibility. When we hope, we have no control over what may come to pass. We put all our trust and energy into the whims of fate. We abdicate responsibility. We allow ourselves to be complacent. We are all just people living our lives as best we can, aren’t we? It is easy to feel helpless. It is much harder to make ourselves uncomfortable by imagining the impossible to be possible. But we can do that. We can act, even in the smallest of ways.
So, as we start this year, I am thinking of 2020 as the Year of the Possible. And maybe it's just a wish for now, as rabbit rabbit reminds me, but we'll see where all of this takes me.

Welcome back.

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