A year ago today, an unwanted visitor settled into Canada and made itself at home. COVID-19. Not only did this unwanted guest settle in, it immediately started shoving the furniture around. It must be the truth that by now, so I dare say there isn’t anyone in this country that hasn’t had a taste of the COVID reality. For the majority of us, we’ve been required to isolate and to give up freedoms we took for granted; visits with friends, being with loved ones and family at Christmas, or travelling to our sand and sun winter get-aways, going out, but we’re fine, and we’ll get through this.
I’ve always been a fan of the start of a New Year, the arrival of my birth day, and Labour Day, but maybe more for the elements I incorporated into them that made them special, versus the days themselves.
These occasions provide me the opportunity to indulge in a little retrospection of the recent past, and allow me to evaluate how I wished to move forward, personally, professionally, financially, with my health, my volunteering efforts, and in my relationships both romantic and platonic.
This morning I sit quietly and in reflection. The start of 2021 has so far been polarized, and it leaves me worried for it’s future.
For the last couple weeks I’ve been saying that 2021 would have a very low bar in terms of 2021 being able to be better than it’s forebear, however being just six days in, I have some simple advice for the young year: ‘slow the fuck down, pace yourself, or 2020 will become the second worst year in recent history’.