Before you cross the street
Take my hand
Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans
Beautiful Boy, lyrics by John Lennon
Released 11 April 1981
Its funny how events outside your control, sneak up on you and catch you unawares. If you had talked to me last Christmas, I would have told you how settled I was. I was working on my PGDip with Strathclyde and was really enjoying it. It was challenging; much more than the PGCert but it was also very rewarding. I had just come back from a holiday in Morocco. My son and his wife were looking forward to the birth of their first child, my first grandchild, in March. My youngest son, who told me age 15 that he didn’t need GCSE Maths and English, was close to completing his HNC in Engineering. My daughter had just been promoted to a Sister’s nursing post. After 3 months of gardening leave, my husband was looking forward to launching his own company. Everything was rosy.
And then Covid happened.
I am one of the lucky ones. No-one I know and love has been ill. We are financially secure.
I always considered myself to be a pragmatic person. Sometimes bad things happen and, generally, I can deal with the consequences but the pandemic has really thrown me for a loop.
I have struggled to focus on anything over the last 6 months.
Though its not as if I spent the time hiding under the bed.
I completed (and passed) my PGDip with Strathclyde but I was really just going through the motions so I didn’t waste my money.
I kept a diary to process what’s going on. I took up crocheting. I baked. I rode my exercise bike from Lands End to John O’Groats (virtually). I zoomed. I decluttered. I managed to see my lovely new grandson.
After months of swinging between feelings of ‘we’re all going to die’ to ‘do one, Covid’, I need to sort myself out. This mental funk has to stop.
The pandemic isn’t going to go away. In the short term, its not going to get better, so I need to sort my head out, starting with this blog.
Wish me luck (and focus)!