It’s the last day of the kids’ summer holidays today. As with all these sort of things, it seems to have gone on forever, and yet also it seems to have passed by in an instant. Covid ruined a lot of the grand plans we had, but we still managed time away as a family, time away with friends, and yes, that little mini-break towards the end of it all.
And even then, it’s worth noting that sometimes not doing anything at all is just as important as doing anything at all.
I have grudgingly set the alarm for foolish o’clock tomorrow morning. I’m not looking forward to it waking me: I’d happily forgotten that that kind of time existed over the last 6 weeks.
It’s been nice.
On the plus side, I am looking forward to a little more rhythm and routine back in my life. Even though I am busier during the school terms, I find that I can also still get more done simply because I have deadlines and a bit of a schedule. And hopefully, that will include a bit more exercise, which I have been putting off because it scares me I’ve been waiting for the kids to go back to school. And because it scares me.
Last year was a tough one, but a good one for the kids. Here’s hoping that 2022 will be better in every way.
This post marks the last of my pre-written holiday blogs. All the glitz and the glamour of Christmas and New Year (and that 10 year thing) is over, and it’s back to real life in the South African sunshine, through the rain and mud of the UK, withstanding the draconian clampdown on individual freedom in China or grinding out the daily struggle which is trying not to be killed by a nasty creature in Australia. Sorry about having to break that to you, wherever you are.
I hope something exciting and blogworthy happens today, so that when I plug myself back in tomorrow, there’s something to write about.
If not*, it looks like we could be in for yet another 364 days of the usual bilge.
What they might have missed, during (or because of? lol) their festive boozing – is that it’s also the start of a New Year today. I don’t know why I capitalised New and Year like that. Maybe just that I suppose I would do that if I was starting a fresh sentence, having put a very large full stop at the end of 2021.
Anyway, some Genpayne, a phat bacon butty on white bread, a thick double espresso, a sachet of rehydrate, a can of Red Bull and 2 litres of water* will have you up, running and ready to face 2022 in no time at all.
We’re nowhere near through this yet. This frustrating, horrible virus has no concept that we have some arbitrary (yet significant) time frame ending this evening, and a new one beginning at midnight.
And so, our traditional new start at the start of the new year will not include an end to the horrendous news and numbers we are now used to seeing on a daily basis. Rather – locally, at least – we can expect more misery before we get to, and beyond, the peak of the second wave.
It will have been a different New Year for us. No friends, no family, no fireworks on Struisbaai beach. Curfewed at 9pm. No alcohol (apart from the local stash, which remains plentiful at this time, deity be praised).
Still, we can’t allow ourselves to be continually dragged down by things over which we have very limited control. And so, with that in mind, I’d urge you all to focus on finding the positives in every other area of your lives. Because those will be the things that help us to get through the rest of this other, all-pervading mess.
Have a very Happy New Year and thank you for reading 6000 miles… over the past 366 days.
May 2021 bring you – and everyone else – better things and happier times.