Dear 2021

Your predecessor 2020 wasn't exactly what we would call a great year — quite the opposite in fact. The year started with wildfires in Australia, the Persian Gulf crisis continued and the United Kingdom formally started their exit transition from the European Union. And that was just January.

But when February came, we were hit with something much bigger — the COVID-19 pandemic. We had no idea it was just the beginning of the nightmare that 2020 would go on to become. Before we knew it, we were in a complete lockdown and we found ourselves living and working at home.

We started locking ourselves away from our kids and partners because being with them 24/7 was just too much.

By March, we started turning off the news and when April followed, we had lost our sense of time. Wednesdays became Saturdays and the rest of the week became Blurdays.

When we had our first virtual office meetings, we laughed at the ridiculousness of zoom. Not knowing the ridiculousness would really be dressing up from the waist down. Which we stopped doing halfway through May by the way.

In June we realised social distancing had given us the time to explore our creative talents. We suddenly fell into baking artisanal breads, watercolour painting, crocheting and other creative outlets. We of course, buried all evidence of our creative efforts in July to, you know, protect ourselves from the ridicule that would follow later.

By August we had accepted the idea that 2020 would go on to become the worst year ever. It was a lost year and all we could do was ride it out until the holidays. At least we had that to look forward to.

Unfortunately, when Christmas time came, most countries were in their second or third wave and several new virus mutations. And we had our loneliest festive season ever.

Needless to say, we've put up a whole year with living but a shadow of our normal lives. And we would love to go back to normal again. And so, dear 2021, I plead with you to you be different. Instead of another year of misery, let there be happiness. And instead of hardship, let there be hope. Even if just a little.

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A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.

Dear 2021

Your predecessor 2020 wasn't exactly what we would call a great year — quite the opposite in fact. The year started with wildfires in Australia, the Persian Gulf crisis continued and the United Kingdom formally started their exit transition from the European Union. And that was just January.

But when February came, we were hit with something much bigger — the COVID-19 pandemic. We had no idea it was just the beginning of the nightmare that 2020 would go on to become. Before we knew it, we were in a complete lockdown and we found ourselves living and working at home.

We started locking ourselves away from our kids and partners because being with them 24/7 was just too much.

By March, we started turning off the news and when April followed, we had lost our sense of time. Wednesdays became Saturdays and the rest of the week became Blurdays.

When we had our first virtual office meetings, we laughed at the ridiculousness of zoom. Not knowing the ridiculousness would really be dressing up from the waist down. Which we stopped doing halfway through May by the way.

In June we realised social distancing had given us the time to explore our creative talents. We suddenly fell into baking artisanal breads, watercolour painting, crocheting and other creative outlets. We of course, buried all evidence of our creative efforts in July to, you know, protect ourselves from the ridicule that would follow later.

By August we had accepted the idea that 2020 would go on to become the worst year ever. It was a lost year and all we could do was ride it out until the holidays. At least we had that to look forward to.

Unfortunately, when Christmas time came, most countries were in their second or third wave and several new virus mutations. And we had our loneliest festive season ever.

Needless to say, we've put up a whole year with living but a shadow of our normal lives. And we would love to go back to normal again. And so, dear 2021, I plead with you to you be different. Instead of another year of misery, let there be happiness. And instead of hardship, let there be hope. Even if just a little.

A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.
A letter to the year 2021.

Dear 2021

Dear 2021

Your predecessor 2020 wasn't exactly what we would call a great year — quite the opposite in fact. The year started with wildfires in Australia, the Persian Gulf crisis continued and the United Kingdom formally started their exit transition from the European Union. And that was just January.

But when February came, we were hit with something much bigger — the COVID-19 pandemic. We had no idea it was just the beginning of the nightmare that 2020 would go on to become. Before we knew it, we were in a complete lockdown and we found ourselves living and working at home.

We started locking ourselves away from our kids and partners because being with them 24/7 was just too much.

By March, we started turning off the news and when April followed, we had lost our sense of time. Wednesdays became Saturdays and the rest of the week became Blurdays.

When we had our first virtual office meetings, we laughed at the ridiculousness of zoom. Not knowing the ridiculousness would really be dressing up from the waist down. Which we stopped doing halfway through May by the way.

In June we realised social distancing had given us the time to explore our creative talents. We suddenly fell into baking artisanal breads, watercolour painting, crocheting and other creative outlets. We of course, buried all evidence of our creative efforts in July to, you know, protect ourselves from the ridicule that would follow later.

By August we had accepted the idea that 2020 would go on to become the worst year ever. It was a lost year and all we could do was ride it out until the holidays. At least we had that to look forward to.

Unfortunately, when Christmas time came, most countries were in their second or third wave and several new virus mutations. And we had our loneliest festive season ever.

Needless to say, we've put up a whole year with living but a shadow of our normal lives. And we would love to go back to normal again. And so, dear 2021, I plead with you to you be different. Instead of another year of misery, let there be happiness. And instead of hardship, let there be hope. Even if just a little.

A letter to the year 2021.

Dear 2021

Your predecessor 2020 wasn't exactly what we would call a great year — quite the opposite in fact. The year started with wildfires in Australia, the Persian Gulf crisis continued and the United Kingdom formally started their exit transition from the European Union. And that was just January.

But when February came, we were hit with something much bigger — the COVID-19 pandemic. We had no idea it was just the beginning of the nightmare that 2020 would go on to become. Before we knew it, we were in a complete lockdown and we found ourselves living and working at home.

We started locking ourselves away from our kids and partners because being with them 24/7 was just too much.

By March, we started turning off the news and when April followed, we had lost our sense of time. Wednesdays became Saturdays and the rest of the week became Blurdays.

When we had our first virtual office meetings, we laughed at the ridiculousness of zoom. Not knowing the ridiculousness would really be dressing up from the waist down. Which we stopped doing halfway through May by the way.

In June we realised social distancing had given us the time to explore our creative talents. We suddenly fell into baking artisanal breads, watercolour painting, crocheting and other creative outlets. We of course, buried all evidence of our creative efforts in July to, you know, protect ourselves from the ridicule that would follow later.

By August we had accepted the idea that 2020 would go on to become the worst year ever. It was a lost year and all we could do was ride it out until the holidays. At least we had that to look forward to.

Unfortunately, when Christmas time came, most countries were in their second or third wave and several new virus mutations. And we had our loneliest festive season ever.

Needless to say, we've put up a whole year with living but a shadow of our normal lives. And we would love to go back to normal again. And so, dear 2021, I plead with you to you be different. Instead of another year of misery, let there be happiness. And instead of hardship, let there be hope. Even if just a little.


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