I wanted to write a follow up to the post yesterday. The more I read it the more I worried about how it sounded.
It was meant to be cathartic so I could finally draw a line under the whole pandemic. I am more than aware it’s not over, despite the best efforts of the government and all those people so very desperate to get back to “normal” to convince us otherwise, but the time as come to start living again (for want of a better phrase).
I really don’t want things to go back to “normal” though. Normal wasn’t very good for me. I’ve had a taste of not being physically exhausted every week, so going back to a state of spending weekends recovering enough to go back into work for another week has been disheartening, but I am working on it.
So, I am resetting, restarting and making the best of what I have until I get the opportunity to do something else. And in the meantime, my nonwork time is now wholely my own. From the moment I lock the shop door and head for the station for the train home, every second is mine to do with as I wish. And every second is precious.
This is the beginning of my own personal new normal. Some of it will be familiar but I have a different perspective these days so it will never be quite the same as it was.
And with that, the line is drawn.
Onwards…
