There goes the summer

As I get older, the unpleasant phenomenon rings very true - "time speeds up".  That's now 2 summers passing by with nothing of merit or memories to value.  The pandemic has eroded life and ability to do anything.  Even though travel is available, it's so restricted and repressive that I don't want to make the effort to go somewhere with limitations on everything.  It's not worth it.

I'm not angry about any of this - you have to accept and move forward.  It doesn't mean I'm getting into a particular mindset or opinion.  It's just the reality of now (and the foreseeable future) and it has to be dealt with.  

At the same time, a lot of what I see and read about friends and acquaintances is becoming sadder by the day - life altering or ending illnesses has made me look at my own future and I came to a few reasonable conclusions.  The most rational and surface-level is to start selling off some of the guitars and extraneous items I have.  No point in keeping them around if I'm not doing anything musically (which I don't see myself doing for any extended period or reason in the future).  Excess is something I don't like as it is, so this is the most obvious first step.  I'll start to evaluate what would be next as I go along, but it has to begin somewhere.

All I can continue to do is try to ride this even-keeled wave; I'm not one for listening to, engaging in or being drawn into any political, social, etc. arguments that are the current fashion.  I choose solitude and calm over interactions with other people.