The Last Newsletter of 2020…


We really wanted Christmas to be special this year but could not possibly have foreseen what 2020 had in store for all of us.

For the first time ever, it feels right somehow that the year is slowly dying, slipping away unnoticed among all the chaos and misery.

We are feeling much the same way as the ghost of Christmas present hovers in the doorway like an unwelcome guest, unsure, as we all are as to what will happen next.

2021 is just a few days away, a brand-new year.
A year we were beginning to think would be the same as the last.

But does it have to be?

I woke up this morning with the overwhelming desire to send all the misery, worry and complacency packing along with this dreadful year.
To rekindle the spark that will make us all feel alive again.

At first, we will probably have to ‘Fake it until we make it’, push the envelope like crazy until life feels better.

We wish all of our friends and followers a Wonderful New Year, a year full of promise and possibilities, and in a few days’ time, we will be sending out the first of our 2021 newsletters, looking forward and planning a much better year for us and hopefully you too…

from Both of Us… Anita & Jaye

Mince Pies & Little Things…

Image (and pies) by Jaye Marie

Just read Sue Vincent’s hilarious post about mince pies HERE where she describes the tradition that says you should eat mince pies for good fortune through December. You must read this!

Judging from the speed mince pies vanish in our house, I would say we were doing our very best!

Back to the post I intended for today, the absolute last post on all things 2020

Little Things…

2020 has been a year of monumentally large things for all of us. 

Top of the list, of course, for most of us has been the corona virus and all its many faces.

Most of the year we have been up to our necks in politics, both here in the UK, and in America. I try to avoid anything political as I am convinced that all politicians are insane, but there has been no avoiding a little interaction.

Against my better judgement, I found myself rooting for Boris Johnson and hating Donald Trump with a passion. Even though I knew it didn’t really matter who seems to be in charge, as it’s the machine behind the scenes that calls the shots.

We have had (and still have) a major big thing in our family too. Anita, the healthiest member of our family who has never even had as much as a head cold, suddenly developed serious heart trouble, resulting in such irreparable damage she may never fully recover from.

For our family, this has been devastatingly bigger than the virus and all the world problems put together.

We also lost our beloved Merlin this year, when old age and a brain tumour decided it was time he crossed the rainbow bridge. For fifteen years he had been such an important and much-loved member of our family. His loss is still far too painful to talk about.

Trying to come to terms with the enormity of everything that has happened, I started thinking about the little things.

Those small moments that usually pass unnoticed, mainly due to the blanketing effect of all those big things, but they do have an importance all their own.

I found myself looking for comfort in these small things.

The small touch on your arm to let you know you are not alone.

The sound of rain.

The unexpected arrival of a cup of coffee.

Waking up to breathtakingly lovely sunrise.

A visiting robin, busy picking up the fallen crumbs from the bird feeder.

A smile, a compliment, or a hug.

Neighbours who remember to trundle our rubbish bins out for the dustmen.

Those little jobs around the house that mysteriously get done, and not by me.

The garden is a source of joy, despite the overgrowth of weeds. I have learned not to feel guilty about leaving Nature to her own devices. She takes care of business just fine, something we should all think about.

And there has been just enough rain to keep my bonsai trees happy.

Someone once said…

“To enjoy the little things for one day, you may look back and realise they were in fact the big things…”

#Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 50

Jaye's Journal x12

 

I suppose it was inevitable that an element of Charles Dickens a Christmas Carol should have descended on our house. Anita is very fond of this story and always watches at least one version of it at this time of year, but I have a feeling it has something to do with it being a new century and not just a New Year that is due to start in approx. 19 days’ time.

I am always a little apprehensive at this time of year, wondering what Fate has in store for us all, and at the same time trying to imagine new ways to make it better than this one.

A new century is rather special and needs to be planned with a bit more care than usual, I think. We have been blogging now for nearly 7 years and we have made some amazing progress and friends in that time, but so far, the sale of our books hasn’t exactly improved our lifestyle.

We would love to increase the number of our subscribers /friends, write more books and actually sell some of them.

Although I am very proud of all I have learned, I know there is so much more I need to know out there. Already, the to-do list is growing, headed by getting rid of that dreadful subscription pop up and replacing it with a better sign up form, coupled with finding new ways to connect with more readers.

Our newsletters need improving, and our presence on some media sites could be better too.

And I also need to find the time to start enjoying my long-abandoned hobby of craftwork again, and if I can, I think this would make 2020 a special time for me…

 

What do you want to do differently in 2020?

 

We would love to hear from you…