The year that’s passed was not what we expected. It brought catastrophic fires and pestilence and mayhem, it was bleak and crazy and unspeakably cruel to many, but we managed to make the most of it and find the joy. For that, I’m grateful.
We squeezed in a family wedding just before Covid hit;
watched the little ones grow and played in the park;
took the time to do simple things like walking in the bush and swinging in trees;
welcomed a new baby;
took the time to put our feet up and relax;
found the beauty in each day;
saw some of my stories published in national magazines;
enjoyed the mundane and cooked a lot;
cherished our own backyard, literally;
explored some new places;
watched the sun rise and sometimes set;
sometimes we ate like kings;
tried new experiences and discovered treasures at home;
gathered when we could;
and sometimes wore a mask.
It was far from great but it wasn’t all bad and I’m counting my blessings.
I hope you found the joyful bits too.
May 2021 be kinder to the world.