1 January 2021. I don't buy into the whole new year, new you spiel but, boy, am I glad to turn the page on 2020. I even have a new diary, though I haven't dared open it yet. I haven't quite forgotten how life diverged so wildly from the one planned on paper last spring. Maybe this year I'll only write things in using pencil.
Sometimes it's the tiny, silly things that count. Slightly rushing so that I could be the first in the pool, the first to slip into the water today. It was warmer than I expected, the steam rising off the surface and blurring the faces of swimmers gliding and splashing along, identifiable by their various bright swimming caps.
I didn't actually feel like swimming today. Then I remembered that it could be taken away suddenly and soon. Bristol is still in Tier 3: we can meet outside in sixes, we can swim in outdoor pools. But that will change if we move up into Tier 4. Our minds are strange, aren't they? Nothing else had altered, but knowing that swims could be in short supply did make me more grateful to be able to go today. And as always, as soon as I'm in the water, I can't remember what I was worrying about.
