As the last of the Christmas turkey is consumed, we continue to count our blessings for what has been a turbulent year.
What a difference a year makes. Twelve months ago, I fell incredibly ill, an ailment that resulted in an asthma diagnosis. Whilst I continue to rely on inhalers, I can exercise, walk up a hill and count myself healthy in many ways.
In summer 2019, I made a wish that I would spend summers to come with my daughter and I got my wish in 2020 where working from home made that possible.
We discovered the joys of baking bread and cakes whilst in lockdown and I became reacquainted with simpler recipes of years past. ‘When did we forget the art of stir-fries?’, I asked the Hubby recently.
Holidays to France, Ireland and Asia were foregone this year but we hold on to memories of people, food, sunshine and the sea.
We took a leap of faith and holidayed in Lisbon again in that short timeframe when the travel corridor was open between Portugal and the UK. We found people to be collectively responsible, masks were worn everywhere, sanitisers available at points of contact, space and social distancing observed during our holiday. One of my most memorable meal in 2020 was this Indonesian dish in Lisbon of all places, a lovely restaurant called ‘Santai’.
We mourn the loss of travel experiences, time with loved ones and our general liberty and freedom but understand the sacrifices needed in keeping COVID at bay.
We show gratitude foe jobs that we continue to keep, ones that pay our bills and essential for our livelihood. We mourn the loss of personal time and well-being when so much is demanded of us by our employers.
We hold on to our diminishing faith in the universe that this is a much warranted re-set and we’ll come through much stronger in body, mind and spirit.
Here’s to marking the end of 2020 and filling up on hope that 2021 will offer us much needed light.