I’ve been straightening up my room for the holidays, and I came across a scrap of paper that had my goals for 2020.
I remember when I jotted those goals down. I was at my old job, having a bad day because of some of the residents were treating me terribly (which was par of the course for those residents). I just needed something to distract myself before I said something I would regret.
For the most part, they were your standard New Year resolutions. Get in shape. Get a new job. Take a night class. Learn Spanish.
Of all of those, I’ve done none of them.
My biggest regret in a year of nightmares is not having a job for two thirds of the year. I left my job in April due to the COVID-19 pandemic, and how my location was handling a potential outbreak. I felt I was being put in to a position that put my family in danger, so I left. Unfortunately, my timing was terrible, as I cannot seem to land a work from home job. Honestly, I’m terrified to go out to stores, even when I need to. I social distance, I wear a mask and gloves. I do store pickup as much as possible, and wipe down everything that enters my apartment. But I’m so scared of getting my family sick that the thought of taking a position that puts me into contact with someone outside my closed circle is nightmare inducing.
Another, less aggravating regret is not reading more. I set a GoodReads goal to read 100 books this year. I added a personal caveat that I wouldn’t count graphic novels or manga or comics. I wanted to read 100 books. As of the time I am writing this post, I’m at 73 book, with at least 15 being manga, graphic novels, or comics. I’ve been on a massive reading slump lately, and I cant seem to finish anything. Maybe 2021 will change that.
One regret that I couldn’t do anything about was travelling. I was hopeful that this year I would see more of California, visit Disneyland again, finally go to California Adventure for the first time in almost 15 years. I wanted to head up into the mountains and see snow, something that I truly haven’t seen since I was four outside of movies, pictures, and fake snow at Disney World.
I had wanted to make streaming a big part of my quarantine life. That was something that my family had discussed prior to leaving my job, that it could potentially be another source of income. But that never came to pass. I can’t stream without kicking my mom off the internet, which she needs for work. So I’d be limited to the two hours after she’s done before I started dinner (one of my jobs since I don’t have a paying one right now, a good trade off), or I could stream after dinner, but that wasn’t feasible due to a variety of issues. I had to put it on hold until a different plan could be put into place. It’s a discussing we’re planning on returning to in 2021.
But honestly, my biggest regret is having regrets. 2020 is a dumpster fire, we all know that. And having regrets over things being canceled and opportunities passing due to it is wasteful. I’ve let so many doubts cloud my mind and make keeping a personal schedule a nightmare.
So, while this is a post about regrets, I’m also posting a goal. There’s still a few things I want to do before the end of the year. I have a couple games I want to finish, some books I want to read (that I mentioned at the beginning of the month), some more cleaning and organization I need to do. I want to do all of it. So I’m making myself a goal to finish the couple games, to read the couple books, and to straightening up the corner of my room that is driving me to insanity.
We shall see how it goes, and how the final days of 2020 treats us.
Until next time.