2020 has been a mix of highs and lows this far, and as I do every winter solstice, I like to have a think about where I've been, and where I'm going.
As I write this, my washing is hanging on a washing line that won't see sun again until late August, and the wind is howling around the back end of the house. Tomorrow, when we're doing our virtual Gold Coast Half Marathon, they're saying it will be one of the coldest mornings of the year. So maybe not a singlet... COVID-19 has made 2020 seem awfully long. I'm relatively unaffected - I still go to an office to work (still have a job), still go to the farm (with my cross border exemption paperwork) and to the shops once a week. Running training restarted two weeks ago, the gym reopens this week. I've discovered some new takeaway options, and I've stayed well. I've stayed home. But we've lost a few during this time - a brother in law, a cousin, a friend's doggie bestest friend, and a stranger whose path crossed mine on his final day on earth. When I think about that, and how difficult funerals and grieving are when you are social distancing, I realise how lucky I am to live in Australia. The death toll in other parts of the world is staggering, and I'm not sure how the families affected are coping. I know my twitter feed is full of mentions of loss at the moment. It makes writing, or promoting a book, difficult. My long awaited theatre trilogy is coming in late July/early August, and I am so excited to see it hit the shelves. I hope it brings some joy to readers, in a world that seems remarkably devoid of joy at the moment. |
Fiona Greene AuthorWhen you set out on a journey and night falls, that's when you will discover the stars." Archives
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