THAT WAS THE YEAR THAT WAS

 

So a year, 365 days under the shadow of Covid-19. It's amazing how adaptable humans are and this period has highlighted that adaptability. Of course there have been those that have refused to take precautions under the guise of personal freedom and those that use ignorance as a crutch, but the majority have managed the minor inconvenience of wearing a mask (properly). Social distancing is a bit vague and it depends on which part of the city you are in to an extent but agin, most are aware of the need to observe the practice. 

Yes, there have been illegal gatherings and rule flaunting but this applies to the minority of the public.

Life under lockdown and the broader sense of restriction has been a challenge, not least for our mental health and this is where perhaps the biggest challenge has been. When routines change so do motivations, when habits are altered the comfort of regularity is disrupted. There was always going to be a limit to sour dough baking, Netflix series, Zoom meetings, arts and crafts and enthusiasm for daily exercise which left many with feelings of ennui but we rallied didn't we?

I'm running out of gas it has to be said and the slow crawl to what we would consider normality seems inexorable, but it's about keeping going.

Not seeing friends and family will have helped us see the true value of those relationships and the hope of a warm summer and getting together is a candle to gaze into.

A year, 365 days that have changed so many things. It's a period in history that will be looked back on by historians as one where we, by and large, galvanised and girded our loins. I await the future with optimism and a little uncertainty and that in itself is normality.