Isn’t it strange to think about how 2020 has really been one for the books? Years from now, these days — and our collective actions throughout them — will be sealed on paper, in history books or whichever digitised version may be next. It’s a thought that I noted in my journal right at the start of lockdown, and one that has underlined many of my choices over the past few months. Who would’ve thought that as we counted down to January 1st, we’d wake up to this.
And as desperately challenging and fog-inducing as 2020 has been, good things always rise from the ashes. I hadn’t even noticed just how grateful I am for the curveballs this year has swung at me.
From enduring racist remarks and actions came an appearance in a feature-length documentary, speaking up and out about two topics that matter hugely to me. From a viral Tweet that sent my online inboxes into a hellhole came multiple radio show appearances and the chance to be an authentic, heard mouthpiece for the British-Chinese community. From four months (and counting) of working remotely came a whopping shift in my savings, topping me up to the point that I’ve now saved my house deposit all on my own(!). From experiencing blows to our family came unwavering appreciation for them. And from continuing to be unheard throughout periods of outright and veiled racism in the blogging community came a greater sense of self.
As I write this, my bullet journal sits beside me, and I’ve six trackers that I’m checking in with. One of them is ‘get dressed’ and I’m just about managing to tick it off. I guess what I’m trying to say is even when you feel desperately low and as though the world is conspiring against us all, there’s good to be found.
BRB while I take a year-long nap. (I’m kidding, I’ll be back on Thursday as always.)