I spend a lot of time running around trying to catch up with where I’m meant to be. There is always a to-do list, be it in respect of my home, work or writing responsibilities. Today, for example, I’m not in the office but have a parent-teacher meeting to attend this morning. Then, this evening, I’ll be putting on my ‘Dad Taxi’ cap to take two of the hatchlings to football and rugby training respectively. It never seems to stop.
Except it did stop. For over a year. The coronavirus pandemic brought everything to a juddering halt. There was no sitting in rush hour traffic, ferrying the kids hither and thither, even a trip to the shops was out of the question. We were at home, cocooned in our respective bubbles, surviving by binging on Netflix and huge tubs of honeycomb ice cream. Er…maybe just me then for that last bit.
All that extra time gave many of us time to think. Well, I did anyway. I resolved never again to take the hustle and bustle of everyday life for granted. Whereas before I moaned and complained about getting up early for work and having to go out in the evening to various events, I vowed never to do so again. For the hustle and bustle is what we call life. The novelty of sofa surfing soon wears thin as the days dragged into weeks, months and then a year of gloom and fear.
I can only speak for myself. Your situation may be very different. As Northern Ireland gradually moves towards normality thanks to the vaccine rollout, your part of the world may still be in the grip of lockdown. I hope that all changes for you very soon and you can return to the life you used to live. With perhaps a fresh perspective and a new gratitude for activities we used to regard as tiresome chores.