One big hope for 2021

I don’t like to brag. My philosophy is “Those who are, don’t have to tell you.”

It’s why my least-favorite question in any job interview is “What is your greatest weakness?” It’s hard enough for me to say how awesome I am without then having to say how I suck, even though I know the point is to talk about how I’m trying to overcome it.

Discussing this online the other day, my blogging buddy Vee of Millennial Life Crisis decided to call me out.

I’m … I’m not going to do that. Not when the best I can come up with is “I’m a good person,” which I believe I am, because that should be a pretty low bar to clear.

And even though it’s the first day of 2021, also not going to write about my New Year’s resolution, because I don’t make them.

But as I think about the year to come, I realize that even though changing the calendar won’t make the problems of the previous 366 days — don’t forget, on top of everything else, 2020 was a leap year — go away, my hope is that by the time we gather again at the start of 2022, things will have improved enough that we all will have done something we can brag about.

Even me.

Happy New Year.