‘A revival or renewed interest in something.’ The months of a sleeping and creepy, dying world is shooting glimmers of hope. The Vaccine, oh good and bad and evil and suspect and in the end, the only way of opening up the skies and the doors and getting those all essential hugs underway.
But much as this was, is a war in the world, the initial devastation and bombing of hope, livelihood and heartbreaking loss of life, we began the journey with much resolve. This too will end, the collective must stand resigned and resilient against the enemy. Consideration and kindness and mountains of banana bread smells emanated from open windows.
Garden centres flourished in our clawing need for nature and affirmation that the world will carry on turning. We both respected and were a little bit jealous of those still working, even under the worst conditions, whilst we slowly began to give up on Pelaton and exercise, baking and craft making when the second wave took us under.
Oh dear God, not again, we lamented, cursed and felt very un-Christmassy. Down like a lead balloon along with a non New Year. Some hopefully bought 2021 diaries (I did) thinking, it just has to stop. Much has been written about the pandemic, friends who are doing the same, hoping to be published, taking part in the launching of the ‘new genre of pandemicism’ (if that is actually a word.)
Post war, casualties lie all around you. All is rubble and much of it, on a personal level, part of your life. Have you still got the same job? Do you still want the same job? Relationships survived? Has lockdown brought the angels of transformation upon you – to begin something different, something new, get a new job and then you realise, not so easy when everyone is on the same sidewalk, but no reason to think this little, personal renaissance is not possible. It is.
I am a little in that place. My work is travel and tours. For most of this coming year, these two sisters are staying at home. Travellers hold their breath, and their credit cards until they can afford the joy of travel, rather than the immediate earning need, and unless you are Mr. Amazon, most are going to be a lot more frugal.
But what I mean, in being ready, is that lockdown brings lethargy – not to want to think, depressed at the very thought of everything, inertia central. And when we can move and leave the house again, work again, socialise again, what kind of life are you going to want? What kind of things matter more more than before? Will you be ready to greet the world with your new ‘cape of abilities’ and empowerment tools?
Will you be prepared?
For this year, I have to diversify – remaining optimistic about doing what I totally love, and also being practical that financially other avenues may be more fruitful in the meantime.
Will I be ready and how can I prepare myself for the full return of the New Normal? How has this been a lesson, a time to re-adjust, re-evaluate and re-align my life to be better, richer, more fruitful than it was before we stood dazed in half disbelief, and laughed when asked to bump elbows …
I’ll be ready. Will you?
Of course you will. With all those fabulous powers you have …