It’s late on a Wednesday evening, and it’s a Wednesday that feels like a Thursday, which is always the worst kind of Wednesday. I’m sitting on my couch, wearing a t-shirt that says alex debrincat is good at hockey and watching the first NHL game of 2021.
I don’t know how safe it is for hockey to be back but I’ll take it. We deserve nice things. I could have done without the Penguins scoring the first goal of the season, all the same. During the first intermission, I’ll change into my Flyers pyjamas. That will almost certainly alter the course of this game.
2020 was a disastrous year, by any measure of things. 2021 has stumbled out of the gate, dragging us along with it.
I’m not a fan of resolutions, mostly because I invariably fail to keep them and then I feel bad about it but there are things I’d like to do in 2021 and more regular blogging is one of those things. There’ll be more blogging about hockey because I love it so much. I’m aiming to read 50 books this year which, okay, yes, will likely eat into my blogging time but I’ll try to write about my reading campaign, too. I’ll blog about myself, because I can, and about my newfound obsession with gymwear. The workout leggings I’m wearing do not go with my hockey t-shirt, and they certainly don’t go with my fuzzy pink socks, but who leaves the house these days anyway?
(I do. I leave the house for my day job, and for my weekly grocery shop, and for my walks around my neighbourhood, meandering to my favourite coffeeshop and then along the canal, where I am delighted by all the swans and all the dogs, and where I try to take an Instagram-worthy photograph of my coffee cup before I spill coffee down the side and onto my fingers.)
There’ll be times when I get too busy, and times when I get too lazy. There’ll be days when I’m overwhelmed because … you know … pandemic, insurrection, exhaustion … and there’ll be days when I’m underwhelmed and cannot be bothered but I’m going to try.
(It’s 1-1, by the way, and I haven’t even put on my Flyers pyjamas yet…)
begin again
