Dec 31, 2020: The End

It’s the final day of 2020. The year that never was. Or the year that was, and was just too long. Or too awful or whatever.

The year that everyone wants to forget. The year that everyone wants to move on from.

Except, we shouldn’t forget it. Whether we like it or not 2020 has shaped us and changed us. Whether it’s made someone realise they can’t function without football or going to the pub, or whether it’s not been all that bad aside from some dipping of the mental health it’s still a year that has shaped us all.

It’s a year that working from home went from being something bosses would go, “Oh no, we couldn’t do that” about to a roaring success and, in many cases, people working from home have proved to be more productive than they were in the office (primarily, I suspect, because there are less people to talk to and a reduce opportunity for twatting about). It’s a year when businesses have closed, and reopened. Or closed and not reopened.

Or not closed, boasted about still making money and then been fined and set up a Go Fund Me page to get people to pay their fines because people will because it’s sticking it to the man. Or something like that.

It’s been a year when people have spent Christmas alone, or nearly alone. It’s been a year when some people haven’t seen anything of their family, or that circumstances have meant that people have seen too much of their family.

It’s been a year when everyone started making bread. And I couldn’t make it because everyone else had my flour. It’s been a year of banana bread and Joe Wicks. A year of more deliveries from online retailers, and less high street foot fall. It’s been a year of government U-turns about lockdowns, starving children and Christmas.

A year of lockdown weight gain, and post-lockdown weight loss, before another lockdown weight gain.

A year of challenges like never before seen.

It’s been a year.

It’s been a year that everyone wants to forget. But it’s been a year that’s changed us. Some for the better, some for the worse.

It happened.

We made it through.

It’s over now.

I mean, it’s not over. It’s definitely not over. Things are changing at an alarming rate at the moment. But the calendar reset gives a sense of hope that 2021 won’t be like 2020. For us in the UK it’s already different because we’re out of the EU and that’s bad, but it’s good, but it’s bad.

It depends where you look or who you talk to.

But we can’t forget 2020. It made us who we are today.

And who we are tomorrow.

Happy New Year.