When I initially asked for ideas for this series a fellow blogger suggested ‘Joy In A Pandemic.’ It’s a challenging title and one I’ve been keeping on the ‘long finger’ as I’m not quite sure what to write about. There has been little to feel joyful about during COVID-19 and, as the year ends, many feel we are back to square one as Northern Ireland enters another six week lockdown. Yes, there is a vaccine being rolled out but infection and death rates continue to rise in the meantime.
Added to my default setting as a ‘glass half empty’ type of person I’ve therefore struggled with this blog suggestion. I’m not a hypocrite and I’m not going to lie. COVID-19 has unsettled and frustrated me immensely in recent weeks. I believe there is a light at the end of the tunnel but it seems no nearer. It’s akin to running through treacle. Maximum effort with minimal progress to show for it. One step forward, but too many to count backwards.
I’m not one of those happy, clappy social media types either. People who portray their lives as wonderful, no matter what the circumstances. When I write, I tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. What you see is what you get, I do exactly what it says on the tin. If it weren’t for Fionnuala and the kids I fear this crisis may have overwhelmed me for, at times, I didn’t know where to turn or what to do.
I still do some days. I’m so very grateful for my family, so very undeserving of their love and support. Sometimes it’s a tough form of love but much needed to drag my chin off the floor and deliver the kick up the backside I so richly deserve. If that equates to joy then that’s what I offer up to you as it’s all I’ve got at the minute. I’m grateful beyond words for the solidity they offer my life. Joy can be quiet, humble and introspective. It’s not all rainbows and unicorns.