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2022 Dark vs Light


 This is my year, 2 is my number.  This year was my 40th. But like so many people are experiencing, this new normal is far from .... optimal. The pandemic hangs over us like a big black cloud, casting its shadow over everything we do, making us look harder for the light.

And here I am, with covid, missing festivities, drinking an ocean of tea and swapping between Silent Witness, Dead to Me, and my current read, The Sentence is Death- yes there is a theme there.

This year looking on the dark side:

I had a 3 week headache which completely freaked me out, had to have an MRI which freaked me out it even more. 

  

We all got covid.


Then there was the terrible head cold that I caught on the plane to the UK and promptly gave to my Dad and Step mum.

 Chops got covid in London, my nephew got chicken pox and we missed out on going to Wales. 

 Back in Aus my best friend left the country.

I had minor surgery, which didn't achieve its aim, but still required 2 weeks recovery.

 I had to get a new job, was in a minor car crash week two of new job, and was off work with whiplash for a week. 

 And now I've got covid, and missed Chops' final assembly at primary, and can't join my fam down in the country for Christmas. 


Shit, shitty shit shit shit.


Looking on the bright side:

 I got to celebrate my 40th year with special peeps, who made me feel loved. 

The 3-week long headache went away! 

 We went to the kiddos first music festival, I got to leave early with little kids and eat Chinese takeaway and watch Ready Player One and go to bed, and be so glad that I don't have to push myself to prove I'm having fun. 

 I got to travel for work across Victoria,  and hangout with lovely colleagues in cool and uncool places.

  I got to go "home" to London, drink tea and eat curry with my fam. I got to have a bristly moustache kiss from my Dad, and hear my(6ft something) baby brother giggle, see my neice and nephew play with my kids.

We got to come "home", to our house and our fur family that we love.

I got a fantastic leadership role back in local government,  which I can learn and stretch and grow in. I got to turn up to an event as a guest, and have to MC, and I did an alright job of it.

My kiddos are generally lovely humans, they ask big questions and sometimes listen to the answers. Moo has become vegan and corrects his teachers when they say "mankind" instead of "humankind". Chops has finished primary, has bigger feet and is taller than me. I am so proud of him. 

We got to host a Christmas party for the first time in years, and have our home full of friends, music and laughter.


This year has been tough. The light and dark and grey all woven together. I'm grateful and grumpy as I lie here in my bed with my long legged dog. 







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