It’s been such a long time since I have sat down to write a blog post. I’ve been totally MIA and if I am being honest I lost a little bit of love for it. So many things have happened since I wrote my last blog post about Cuba back in December, so I thought I would update you all a little on what’s been going on.
Morning coffee on my cousin’s porch in Yorktown, VA
I think at the end of 2019, on reflection, it had been one of the most challenging years of my life so far, I won’t delve into the personal details but I think I grew so much as a person. I read a lot of books, I listened to a lot of podcasts and I did a bit of travelling but I think a lot of people can agree with me when we really did this 2020 was going to be our year, a year of change, new opportunities and saying “yes” to everything that comes our way. Oh boy were we wrong as not long after it started, things withdrew, yes, you know what I am talking about…the dreaded C word we all hate to hear.
Luckily just before it swung into the UK, I was super lucky to go off to America for a week to visit some family with my Mum. It had been 20 years since we last saw our American fam and it was long over-due. It was also really needed. On the side of life I have had some things to deal with personally and it was a trip that gave us a bit of hope and laughter in these uncertain times. During this trip I found out that the London Marathon had been cancelled in April due to COVID-19 but postponed till October, something I have been training for, for MONTHS but I also got my first ever tattoo which I am so pleased I have. I thought my Mum was going to kill me when I told her I was getting it done but she actually sat and watched the whole thing. So, swings and roundabouts.
010599 my first and new tattoo!
In general, life has been different, I have changed up my working hours so that I can earn more but also have a longer weekend to revive and relax, which has taken some getting used to. I get really good days where I feel positive that we will get out of this but then I get days where I feel very irritable. With my 30th birthday only weeks away I was hoping for some top notch extra party but it seems that may not happen for now. I will forever remember the last days of being a “twenty something” spent in lockdown, not seeing friends, go out and party or simply meet for a coffee and a catch up or be able to hug family members through tough times but that’s okay. I am allowed to feel all these things. It’s affected everyone in so many different ways.
Mumma posing in her new NC, Outer Banks top after a weekend at the beach house!
This blog post is not supposed to be negative but more of a diary entry, something I can look back on one day and realise that we came out the other end, we beat this and we beat it well. Trust me when I say that when that day arrives, pass me a bottle of tonic water and an even bigger bottle of gin (with a slice of lemon).