The above post title feels really redundant to write, because isn’t that what this whole blog is about?
But I’ve been reflecting a lot on life at this moment in time, versus life at this time last year.
It is so different, but I don’t need to tell you that anyway.
Easter this year was wonderful, and when I think of how it was last year… well to be ghastly honest, the end of the day was pretty dark and depressing.
Last year’s Easter school holidays were monotone… home home home. And I was working from home too, so it was work work work.
This year we’re planning all the fun things we can do with baby girl, out and about town.
Last year, libraries were closed. SHUT DOWN.
This afternoon, I was seated in a library chair reading about writer Kurt Vonnegut as baby girl piled high a stack of books to take home.
We even stopped at a grocery shop, sans masks, and seriously, I am still getting used to the freedom.
No matter where things lead us this year… I remind myself, we are in a better place than where we were last year.
Forever, getting there. 🙏💖