I don’t think I’ve ever made a better batch of lemonade in my LIFE than what I’ve done with 2020.
Lockdown has been my dream world. I have been known for decades to have the ability to get work done without lifting a finger. Damn I used to get ice cream delivered at home back when no one offered delivery services for it. Got office riders to get me cash because I’m too lazy to go to the ATM. I’ve been shopping online before the advent of e commerce. Calling shops and talking them into sending what I need. Delivery before anyone offered it. I am a pro at getting work done. Yeh mein Nahi kehti. Loag kehte hein (I don’t say this. People do).
Where divorce rates went higher, me, once dubbed the serial divorcée fell more in love with my husband. Every single day of this work from home year I feel I will NOT take it well when this man goes back to physical workplace and abandons my kitchen table which is currently strewn with his books and gadgets.
I complain about it but I’m lying through my teeth.
My child weaned AND potty trained herself. This has to be the zenith of Mother Nature embracing my laziness
However this wasn’t willingly doing any of it. It all came with truckloads of fear. A blood sucking pandemic that flipped the world.
In the midst of heartbreak nearly every week this year, losing so many loved ones, it actually helped that I had something to lose myself in.
Since ever. EVER. I find work the best sangria to drown my sorrows in. However this time it wasn’t deliberate.
4-5 months before the lockdown, I had decided that I will pursue studying Human Lactation. I had done nothing academically in the field. I’m a Finance Professional! 20 years and counting.
Come December I have a list of distinctions in Anatomy, physiology as well as the Human Lactation certification from UC San Diego. I have a 17000 women support group that I happily lose sleep over. Every single day.
I have completed 120 hours of Lactation specific education AND I have signed up with a local health and wellness centre / paediatrician clinic for setting up my Lactation Clinic with them.
Phew!
Not everything about the year was rosy for me. There were some very dark parts too.
I was sexually assaulted. At the ripe age of 37. Married. With child. One would imagine you’re not a target any more. The motorway rape case cane along and ripped our guts out, triggering the life out of us. Maham and I would screech ourselves hoarse on our mini series through COVID and how the government is faring through it.
Twitter turned complete strangers into close friends this year. Instagram made me picky.
EVERYONE turned into a home chef except my husband. Or got used to eating awful food.
For the first time in my life I cooked every day. For months. It wasn’t easy. I swore at my oven. Like proper cussing.
I LEARNED MAKEUP!
2020 is over. Along with its highs and lows.
I hope we are able to run with what it taught us. Including making every dinosaur, technology savvy.
THANK YOU 2020. We have fewer parents to teach how to run zoom because Skype is so “preCOVID” [insert eye roll]
