I’ve become fond of saying “2021 is a bit much”. And to be frank, it has been. Perhaps that’s an understatement.
That’s not to say it’s been a bad year, personally; it hasn’t.
It’s just been… a bit much.
At its height, its gift from God was our beautiful baby boy. At its nadir, its cruellest cut was saying goodbye to my grandfather by zoom. Then there was changing jobs and balancing career growth with a family, navigating the highs and lows parenthood, entering a third year without seeing my family, loved ones’ health issues, watching lockdowns come and go, making new friends and trying to be the best husband I can.
Clearly it wasn’t all bad. It was just… a bit much.
I’m tired.
I think many of us are.
Here’s to 2022 being the right amount of stuff and not another year of being… a bit much.
James Hills Writes 