Well, this is my last blog for the year. Indeed it may be my last blog ever as I always use this time of year to stop and think about what I want to do. There are so many things that press on my time, most of them self-imposed, that I have to declutter from time to time.
This is my tenth year of blogging. At first I started to write everyday but I could not keep up such a frenetic pace. Later I dropped to working days and when I went part time I reduced it further to three times a week. Even so, this has been my best year in terms of number of views and number of readers, if such things matter.
I guess I will continue as, even after nearly two thousand posts, I still find something to say.
I have found, however, that the move from a more physical working environment to a more online one has made topics more difficult. Stories are about people and their reaction in the main. After all, a funny thing happens on the way to the forum rather than an online meeting. It was Tolstoy who said that all stories start with either a stranger comes to town or a man goes on a journey. Stories are more difficult to concoct from a Zoomy.
I’m sure I will manage though.
What will I have to talk about next year? My weekly stray into politics will be easy enough, there is no shortage of material there and COVID has given me plenty to think about. We just made it to New Year before most of my family was hit with the virus. It seems that we are under siege and the different variants are closing in. As in Camus’ ‘The Plague’ at times we seem powerless to affect our own destinies.
My work also continues and next year looks to be an exciting one for CyberNorth and the North East Initiative on Business Ethics. Add to this life in general and my blog rolls along like the essays of MIchel de Montaigne.
Thank you to everyone who has read my pieces, it is appreciated. Until next year.
As the aphorist Antonio Porchia said, ‘I know what I have given you, I do not know what you have received.’