2020 was supposed to be the best year of our lives. Enter Pandemic. Suddenly, we were living a nightmare, but for my family, the hell was yet to unleash. It happened a few days before Easter, when we were expecting it the least, and it forever changed our course. One year later, as we draw the line and see what’s left of us, I’m still struggling to understand how, despite all of it, we managed to count so many blessings.
The following is a personal story of my family.
I’m bleeding these words from my fingers to try and make better sense of the changes we’ve been through. I’m hoping it to serve me as a reminder of the precious lessons I’ve learned during the most challenging year we’ve lived.
If you’re reading this and feel inspired to review your gratitude reasons from the past year, even better. As M.J. Ryan said,
Gratitude is like a flashlight. It lights up what is already there.
And I don’t mind helping you turn on that flashlight. So here we go. We were supposed to rule the world in 2020. But the world had other plans.
The world entered in lockdown and ruled us instead
In March 2020, when the pandemic hit my country, my husband and I were making a living from his small IT firm and an even smaller vacation rental business with four tiny studios we had in Bucharest.
At the end of 2018, we had our first baby, and that’s when I stepped aside from the day-to-day management of the short-term rentals. My husband was pretty much the one-man-show in both businesses. I was the one-woman-show at home, with our baby, and only kept the rentals’ PR side as the contact person for all the tourists who booked our studios.
The small IT firm was doing okay. My husband was keeping up with the studios’ management and maintenance. He was totaling up to 6 hours of work each day, from Monday to… Sunday.
I was spending between 2 and 3 hours a day ensuring communication with the tourists. To me…