Well, that was a year wasn’t it! A year when all the charlatans who claim to predict the future slunk away quietly with their tails between their legs because, of course, none of them had this marked out as such an extreme anus horribilis across the world.
Today isn’t the time for digging deep in to the injustices of how the world has responded to the pandemic – I’ve got another post I’m writing on that for another day. Inevitably, the overwhelming message of professional writers, friends and colleagues is New Year messages of positively looking forward whilst writing off the last year as just simply awful.
Against that background I can’t help but feel some degree of guilt when counting my blessings from 2020. Yes, it was a year of enormous challenges and sadness for so many, including my family, friends and colleagues. It was a year when so many saw dreams and life goals shattered or at least put on ice to be reassessed later.
Maybe the biggest part of my own reservation is tied to the fact that despite a pandemic, an almost complete curtailment of international travel and other factors I was offered a new job that was a phenomenal match with what I was looking for. It enables me to return to what I love doing most – working to build teams that turn good schools in to better and even great schools. The process of getting recruited to go to a country I’d never even visited before had its own challenges (again, the subject of another post in the pipeline).
In the first half of the year all this looked unlikely. I was in Malaysia and the first arrival of the virus and one of the most draconian lockdowns had a massive impact. For close to three months I met nobody I knew face to face, stayed in my apartment and headed out just once every ten days to queue to enter the supermarket or pharmacy. There were days when I felt utterly cheated – how could the world wait until the moment when i was most ready to re-mount the horse, only to remove all horses, paddocks and even scrubby fields from view.
However, compared with most I had a secret weapon – the internal strength built over the previous two years in response to traumas in my personal life. There is a saying that is something to the effect that your scars make you stronger because the new skin that grows over them is tougher. The reality for me was that these months gave me an opportunity to learn a lot about myself and to test and challenge the life resolve I had been building. I kept busy. I walked over 100,000 steps a week, almost all inside my apartment. I set rigid daily routines for myself. I read, I wrote and from time to time i volunteered to do free work helping teacher training organisations or with education webinars.
This doesn’t mean I wasn’t scared, both for myself and others. We all had to deal with the massive uncertainty of it all. Ironically, if someone had told us in March that the pandemic would still be torturing the world at the end of the year we’d have been devastated. Maybe it was better we didn’t know. I’m actually a fairly high risk person for the virus because of a lung surgery about fifteen years ago. That could also have been a reason for feeling cheated when I had worked so hard over the years to work back to better health and thought I had put that challenge behind me. I have elderly relatives for whom I worry, as so many others do.
So, I take nothing away from others’ pain and sense of tragedy that so many share looking backwards. But, this New Year’s eve I also count my blessings and am truly thankful for the opportunities that life has given me. I don’t take them lightly. In the meantime, I wish a very Happy New Year to all readers and positive wishes for all your tomorrows. I think we’ll need to be patient, but there will be better times ahead – times when more can aspire to fulfill their life goals
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