Or not.

My fears melted away. And in their place came acceptance. All this vast majesty of creation. It had to mean something. And then I meant something, too. Yes, smaller than the smallest, I meant something too. To God, there is no zero. I still exist. — 
The Incredible Shrinking Man (1957)

AKA:

How I feel after not updating Designing With Web Standards or writing a new book since 2013.

AND:

And also how I feel now that there’s no longer a single, agreed-upon digital town square (and, further, now that the biggest one, where I once enjoyed a hefty following for some pixel pusher, has turned into a N*zi bar, where I no longer choose to spend time).

And since Covid killed the conference I co-founded, and I cut way back on travelling and giving conference talks and focused on paying off the debts we were left with.

And since financial reality forced us to kill our publishing company, too. So many nice things, all gone.

I had the world, or at least a wee piece of it, by the eyeballs, and, not entirely by my own choice, bit by bit, I let it go.

Kinda depressing, sure. But also, and mainly, pretty liberating.

I also learned something about people and friendship, and remembered something about the passing of all things.

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