Friday, January 1, 2021

Counting my blessings

 Today is 01.01.2021.

Yesterday night, awaiting 2021, I thought of how much 2020 has been described as an 'annus horribilis'  and how much we dreaded that the saga continues in 2021.



It is true that around the world 2020 has been a tough ride. Covid-19 changes our way of life. How we work, how we socialize, how we interact;, how we shop, and so much more; so many died before their time, children were separated from their friends without knowing why, people lost their jobs and in countries where there is no social net, people went hungry.

But yesterday, while awaiting for the end of 2020, I wondered if I was wrong in not counting my blessings.

I was not infected by the virus, and I did not lose any of my close family to the virus. A blessing.

I became the grandmother of a beautiful healthy baby girl and I became closer to my lovely 4 years old charming granddaughter. Lots of family quality time. A blessing.

I managed to adapt to new methodologies of work and life. I did not let the self isolation depress me. A blessing.

I kept in touch with my friends and found ways and means to interact virtually. A blessing.

So strangely enough, alone in my apartment, when I got the glimpse of fireworks in the sky, I felt grateful for all the blessings of 2020.