I love Dickens, but his thing about the best of times and the worst of times hits a bit too hard for me this year. The worst of times is of course largely a global thing, so I can’t whine about the way 2020 has changed our lives for the worse any more than anyone else can. This year has been hard for all of us, much moreso for some than others.
My worst of times complaints are legit though. I have an ongoing compressed sciatic nerve that I thought caused horrific pain…until I got shingles for Christmas. It’s awful, but realistically now is possibly the best time to have it. I couldn’t go Christmas shopping except on Amazon or eat out for some fabulous feasts, but then I’m already self isolating. So it’s not like it’s an added burden. Having a different and temporary illness, while hunkering down to try to ward off exposure to the Corona Virus is a weird kind of twofer. Avoid that one, while getting through this one seems like logical get-through-it goals for 2020.
Besides, my best of times far outweighs the bad stuff. Yes, even fear of a worldwide pandemic. I have a new life. Leaving one home behind for another, falling in love, and getting married are all life changing adventures. They all but supersede the global aspect of this holiday season, though they can’t entirely overcome the gravity of the times we live in.
While I’m always conscious of the larger picture of this year, I’m also happy in my new life and trying to squeeze every bit of joy from each dawning day. Life is indeed a roller coaster. We just don’t usually get so many ups and downs simultaneously.
May 2021 be more of a lazy cruise along life’s river, giving us time and opportunity to recover from the worst of times this year and reflect with gratitude on the wonderful things that have happened to give us faith in perseverance and hope and love.