2021 was, for many people, the worst year
of their lives. I guess many years pre-COVID were the same, for different
people, and different reasons.
But I have to say that I have very few
negative or bad memories from these 12 months.
My family were healthy, we had a roof over
our heads, and we retained our employment.
My daughter travelled further in North
America, while au-pairing, my two sisters managed to keep their businesses
afloat, my son moved to a family farm.
But my own personal best memory of 2021,
was re-meeting an acquaintance, who I had met in 2020, through mutual friends. Somebody
who I came to be talking to, quite by chance. We ended up spending time together,
as friends. During a global pandemic. With a curfew. So movies between 6 and 8
and home by 9. Wearing masks, and eating frozen pizza. And laughing. Continually. About everything
and anything. And learning. About ourselves. About what makes us happy and what
has made us sad. What makes us passionate and what makes us furiously passionate.
We spent weeks and then months in each other’s company. Just being. Authentic. Open.
With no agenda and no need for any mask or pretence.
During this unprecedented time, before we
actually could even prepare ourselves, or before we had even realised it, we
fell in love. Not a slow and steady awareness, but a deep and no turning back
kind of oh my SHIT what just happened kind of love. I believe I have met my
soulmate. So for me, the nights spent laughing at the size of the moon, or
pondering the fate of the Star Wars saga, or just watching mindless nonsense on
TV over burnt frozen pizza are my favourite from 2021.
And I cannot wait to see what 2022 brings
us!
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