Wait. We're about to head into the
final year of a decade? Didn't we just do that, like, a year or so
ago?
Time really DOES fly, doesn't it?
As we stand on the precipice of 2019,
I'm still trying to figure out what happened to the rest of the
teens. It still seems to me like it could be 2009 and we're waiting
for the next decade to begin. But no; we've now gone through another
ten years of progress, of highs, of lows, of weirdness, of chaos, of
hope, and, of course, of getting older.
The teens have been a strange decade,
haven't they?
I'm sure this is just me, but I'm
actually just starting to get used to calling the decade the “teens”
instead of the “ohs”, and in another year that will moot, too.
Pretty soon, we'll be in the “20s”, which doesn't seem possible.
The 2020s? That's, like, the future, isn't it? Not only that, but
the last time we lived through a decade called the 20s they were
“Roaring” and ended by giving us the Great Depression. And I'm
pretty sure most people would've thought that by the next time the
20s rolled around we wouldn't have to worry about things like
depressions and would instead have to worry about things like where
we parked our flying car.
But, as we slowly but surely learn,
things really don't change that much as time rolls on. Or, at least,
things don't change as far as flying cars are concerned. Keep your
fingers crossed that the 20s we're staring at in a year don't start
the same way the last 20s ended.
So enjoy your final New Year's Day of
the teens. Just think—the next time the day rolls around it'll be
a whole new decade. Even if it seems like we just started the
current one.
Happy New Year. See you on the other
side (or, as most people call it, Wednesday).
