It sunk in. Both the needle and the fact that life had indeed changed. I turned to my left and looked at her. She, the same Black woman who had administered the first, and this time I tucked her name away into my memory, having forgotten it in the excitement and overwhelming feeling of gratitude I had then. The same smile. The same calming, warm personality.
— A Second Shot
Hi, it’s been a loooonnnggg while. Much has happened. If you don’t remember this newsletter, let me remind you. I’m Naz Hamid, a designer amongst other things, and you subscribed some time ago before masks, and vaccines, and a pandemic. Much was lost, and I hope we learned some things. If this email doesn’t feel like something else you want on your plate, feel free to unsubscribe. It’s all good.
If you’re still here, thank you.
It feels like forever, because it has been. And 2020 was a year that most of us won’t forget, and which has continued in 2021.
Let me keep this a little brief as I let the muscles remember what writing is.
I’ve had a bit of practice recently though. I did get through a new design and adding a blog (remember those and the current revival and how amazing blogs can be?) where I’ve written a few new things.
A few posts
Vaccine shot no. 1, and the whiplash of realization.
Another year around the sun. The second pandemic birthday.
Self-explanatory. All of the feels.
Music That Got Me Through 2020
The albums that were on heavy rotation, top-to-bottom, throughout a turbulent year.
Thanks for reading. It’d be nice to hear from you.
May you be well,