I've been thinking about it for the past few months or so and my brain just isn't having it. I don't know if it's because of all my baggage I'd hoped to have sorted out by now but don't, or reconciling my cautious optimism in the first half of the decade with the exhausting bullcrap of the second (and by extension how a many people I liked early in the decade turned out to be pretty scummy), or what, but I sure as hell don't feel even remotely ready.