Each passing year sounds more sci-fi than the next. As a high schooler, I tried to imagine this decade’s calendar. The numbers sounded so fantastical. 2020. 2021. 2022… 2025. And yet here we are now, living through them. Turns out they’re just numbers, for the most part. The giant wheel of time turns on and on. The Year of Mud was, according to official records, back in 2008. That’s shockingly close to 20 years ago at this point.
How do you mark time? At the end of the year, April and I sit down and draw out different events or memories that have transpired in the last 12 months. It’s a fun exercise. It helps shine a light on some of the smaller moments, too — in late May, Kohei-san and Jon Billing arrived for our Japanese Carpentry Workshop. Within 5 minutes of arriving, Kohei-san asked “so what do you want to do next year?” I cracked up, probably because I too am always thinking forward, thinking about what’s next, and generally just scheming. My brain is very future-oriented, for better or worse.