Art Decade
A Final Seven Days In Post From The Last Decade

Introduction
This was the last Sunday post of my most "productive" year on Seven Days In, which was the final Sunday of the last decade:
When you read this piece, you will see that some things that I wanted to do, I had failed once again to accomplish, but two of those things I have now done and those successes are the result of me signing up for Vocal.
They are writing songs and getting a book published.
This is just where I was at then, and this is where I am at now, so it shows that anyone can reach their goals if they have the support and encouragement of friends.
Art Decade
I've just realised that this is the last Sunday and the last week of this decade, it just suddenly came upon me, this time next week it will be 2020. I think I am finally getting recovered from the 'flu', and speaking to my dad, he told me, touch wood, that he had never had it. I do feel quite tongue-in-cheek when people have it continually. This is not the worst I have had it as I have been able to move, but now I will be expected to be there for people and to do things that are expected of an average human being.
In the last decade I've learned things, forgotten things, done different jobs, bought things that have turned out fairly useless,, set targets, still not written any songs or a book and we are now on the cusp of another decade.
No doubt there will be some numerical significance gleaned from the onset of 2020 but you often find such significance is just in the nature of the numbers themselves. Numbers only reach significance when they actually represent something significant. Humans always look for significance and patterns, and let's face it, if we could work out how these things work, we could improve our lives significantly but random is impossible to predict, that's it's nature.
So anyway I am going with Bowie's song from the instrumental side of "Low" (I particularly like the colour changing underground video accompaniment for this) on the grey drab Sunday morning, it's ironic that I finish this decade by failing to hit my step target for the month, but I am likely to hit a post a day for the year for the blog which I didn't expect to hit, so sometimes you succeed and sometimes you don't quite hit it..
The thing is, once you have done certain things, you do not need to repeat them.
Conclusion
I can't believe I have seen out seven decades, and this was just about the end of the last one. The thing is, the thirties are now closer than the teens were, and we can only move forward in time.
As we move forward, new technology impacts everything we do, but it cannot replace the joy of pure nature. We constantly get "Artificial Intelligence" thrown at us as a solution to everything, but while it is artificial, it is not intelligent. It is just a series of programmed instructions with decision trees that work very fast, faster than a human, but it is not intelligent.
In the teens, mobile devices took off, and we could communicate with people around the world, although I am still working for a true functional teleporter.
Thank you so much for reading, and I hope this has given you a few things to think about. I am wondering what I will be writing on the last Sunday of 2029, and where I will be writing it.
Will I still be on Vocal? Who knows?
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Comments (4)
And here you are, still on Vocal! Recovering from the flu at the end of 2020 sounds kind of suspicious. Thankfully it didn't get as nasty as COVID-19 so ubiquitously did.
Time moves on, and we never know where we'll be Pretty inspirational article
"anyone can reach their goals if they have the support and encouragement of friends," and I would add self-confidence. Congratulations on your landmark achievements. As I have said before, you are an inspiration.
Your articles are always ones that make me push forward with my own projects. Maybe you have many books to write like the one with the artist. Good job.