At last.

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities.

I have broken up today.

This term has once again brought the best of times and the worst of times.

Because that is life when you work in education and in a job that connects you with many people and families as they go through the highs and lows that characterise human existence.

The births, the deaths, the fallings in and out of love, the smiles, the tears, the achievements, the diagnoses and the natural disasters that we can’t control, therein included a killer pandemic,

And then all that potentially replicated in your own life as an individual; as a parent, child, sibling, friend, human.

For the last few Christmas end of terms, I have entered the holidays without feeling any real joy.

Things beyond my control meant that underneath the smiles and words, there was a deep anxiety and sense of things being out of kilter.

This year is different.

I am at peace.

Those who have helped me to achieve this know how grateful I am.

And those who didn’t manage to do what was needed are forgiven.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Xxx

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