‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; well that’s not entirely true because I think I can hear a mouse scuttling around in the wall as I type.
With just one week of 2020 left, I can’t help wondering how it passed so quickly. For most it has been a year of restriction and uncertainty for many devastation and rebuilding, which is heartbreaking. I am grateful to say, for me, it has been far from my worst year ever and so has allowed me to reflect on the good things that happened along with the crazy.
Following hot on the heels of fire and flood at the beginning of the year no one expected we would also face pestilence. And yet we have. There is a story of biblical proportion there that not many of us would rush out to buy considering we’re all living it.
So what could I possibly be grateful for at the end of what could be considered an annus horribilis (thank you Queen Elizabeth) year?
The fact that I’m still here is high on my list. I also got to witness my kids and many others deal with this strange year without fuss or complaint. My family business along with many others has survived these trying times. I feel blessed to still have a viable shop right now, but also sad for those that have struggled through all 2020 had in store for us.
I’m grateful my kids and me have a roof over our heads, food to eat and that not once did we run out of toilet paper. Not everyone has been that lucky, even before Covid. I’m happy not to have once witnessed the selfishness and craziness in supermarkets and elsewhere that the thought of lack and limitation bought with it to some.
I’m grateful that our little part of the world surrounded me with natural beauty and a little respite as I breathed in fresh, clean air. The ability to get out and about safely after a short period of lockdown, compared to the rest of the world, is one of many reasons I love where I live.
I’m thankful for technology and how it has kept us in touch with loved ones we can’t physically be with. Covid didn’t separate me from my family, but I do understand how difficult it is not to be with the ones we love. If only we could find a way to link facetime with heaven I’d be a happy woman, even in these uncertain times.
And I’m grateful in these strange times that most of us look for ways to get through them. We bring innovation, roll with change, meet challenges and adapt to unfamiliar ways of being. We find humour in the ridiculous and look for peace in the chaos. We are inspired by our forefathers and mothers who have risen against the tide before us, showing us that we are resilient, strong and built for survival.
I am grateful for what I have and for what I can give right now.
Merry Everything and Happy always my fellow fighters. Heres’s to a 2021 full of promise.