I just looked at the time on my laptop. We’re seven hours and thirty-four minutes away from the start of the new year. If there’s one-point 2021 has driven home very strongly for me it’s that I’m an exceedingly small grain of sand in an ocean of 7.8 billion people (according to U.S. Census Bureau). Far be it from me to think that anything revolves around me.
Sometimes I think blogging is one of the most self-absorbed activities in which anyone could be involved. However, when I start thinking that way, I remind myself that the human experience is universal and that when I write, I’m often, if not all the time expressing thoughts, experiences, stories that tens of thousands on our planet find familiar. My followers far from the shores of the United States have convinced me of that. My reading their musings convince me even further. We’re all cut from the same cloth, and each of us has been blessed to display individual designs.
And so, 2021 is about over, and I’ll keep blogging. I still have a lot of our stories to tell.
I’m old and blessed, an African born in the United States.
Note: I wrote this on New Year’s Eve. I had it tucked away on my laptop…forget to post it.