February 16th, 2021 – 874

Today I finished my fifth diary since I started doing a page a day 869 days ago. That journal started on September 27th of last year, 2Y1K, so it was a bit of a bittersweet day already given the proceeding year. That journal saw me get injured and unable to go on walks – to the point I’ve lost the habit even though I can walk again now – move house, experience two lockdowns, and, and saw my grandad end up in hospital. Funnily enough, that’s what I was holding off mentioning at risk of jinxing myself and, well yeah. It’s been, a rough few months for sure. Four and a half of what’s been a heck of a nonstop rollercoaster since pretty much 1Y1K, given I had to deal with the General Election and recovery from that leading into 2020.

Not too much to say reflecting on all that, except that I hope it’s over soon, and that I know it won’t be ‘over’ for years yet, even if there’s some hope normal-ish life might return before 2022. I’m not assuming anything right now, I don’t have the energy to. To be blunt I don’t have energy. But hey, TWO is now at 27K, I’m relatively healthy, I’m mostly on top of work and I’m only slightly relying on adverbs to put a positive spin on all this. Just a bit. But at least tomorrow’s a new day. Sure it’s still lockdown, the world’s still on fire, I’m still a mess and all the rest of life’s windowdressing is still there, but life is what you make of it, and I want to at least try to stay positive.