It is pretty cool that the last day of 2019 happens to fall on a Tuesday.
In 2019, I completed writing my first novel and started another. I got paid for things I finished years ago. I completed, played with, and sold my first ever painted Warhammer 40k army. And, above all of that, I celebrated 15 years of being married to the most amazing wife I ever could have asked for.
So to say that 2019 wasn't a good year would be a bad way of representing it. Sure, it had its downs, just like any other year.
But none of that is what I'm here to talk about today. I think we all want to, though, on a day like today, talk about what's happened over the course of one, tiny year. It helps us figure out what our lives mean, I think, or something like that.
And that's what I am here to talk about. Meaning. You see, drivel is defined as "nonsense, gibberish, balderdash, mumbo jumbo, or (my favorite) poppycock".
But, in the several places I checked (Yes, I did research for this one!), never did I find a definition or synonym link between "drivel" and "meaningless".
This is important to me because it confirmed something that I've been trying to put into words since I started this whole thing.
Whenever I sit down to write one of these entries, I usually have a couple of ideas in mind about where I want to start and end up, but that isn't always how they turn out.
So I guess my version of the whole "look back and see how far you've come" reflection things is that I see value in each and every Tuesday Drivel I've ever done, because they are not meaningless. Perhaps you get something out of each one that I don't, or even better that I did not intend.
That's perfect. You don't have to ask me what I was saying. You can get your own meaning out of it because drivel is never meaningless. It may no make sense. It may not speak to you personally, but it never means nothing.
And I am beginning to strongly suspect that nothing ever does.