F I N A L L Y … Can’t be much worse than the last!!
I’m left with a feeling of awe actually – at how we’ve managed to pull together and survive this, most of us. I’m sorry for those who have suffered loss – whatever form that loss took, and will continue to take.
So much loss…
But we are on the brink of recovery. How amazing is that?! In less than a year so much has been achieved despite everything. I find that moving, and I am grateful for our collective resilience.
And as so many do at the end of every year, I’ve looked back with curiosity to see which posts were the most popular. I’ve compiled them for you to take a gander back if you’re curious too!
The 10th most read (as distinct from most “liked”) post of 2020 was:
No 1 – the most read post (and indeed my personal favourite) was:
ps: The Top 3 on THIS site for 2020
At no 3 – I was having a bad day here…:
And a good/sad day for the Arachnophobia piece which came in at no 2
And the most read post was:
So – dear old 2020 – you’ve been a great teacher, but good riddance none the less .
And 2021 – you are very warmly welcome like no other year has ever been!!
Thank you all – it’s been quite the year. See you on the other side!
Usually at this time of year I’m writing posts like “how to survive the family at Christmas”. So this is weird. This whole year has been weird hasn’t it?
Weird, strange, difficult, scary, heartbreaking, lonely, interesting. Quite a lot to pack into to a 9 month long existential crisis. It’s been a a prison, an escape, a torture, an opportunity, a learning, an eye opener, a mind opener, a mind closer…
He was “just” an otter. But when Ollie started dining regularly in Youghal we were all excited and more than a little flattered. There’s something about an animal’s visit isn’t there? A sense of trust, an unspoken bond between living creatures that somehow crosses boundaries set by species, genes, chromosomes… but what a cutie…
Did he think we were cute I wonder? He probably thought we were ridiculous with our clothes and cars and lack of fur…
But y’know the way we get used to smells eventually…
You’re there, in the pit, with your family let’s say. You’re all in there together, up to your necks. You’ve tilted your head up and back to make sure you can breathe. It means you can’t see straight ahead but at least you can breathe. It’s getting tiring though, and your neck hurts. You can’t fully relax – if you do you might get lots of shit thrown at you. Worst case scenario you might drown. At the very least it might just get in your face and up your nose – ya, no, messy, not worth it.
This woman I know was having a tough week. A tough couple of years really. Then COVID swooped in with a giant hammer and sorta whacked in a few extra nails in the coffin of joy and personal freedom… You know, of course you do.
So when the 5km limit was lifted it became possible for this woman to get to a Cork shopping centre. She wanted to stock up on a few bits that just aren’t available in rural shops – so YAY! The excitement! Off she went, hopeful of a joyous adventure, freedom, autonomy – she was excited, and fearless. For the first times in months.