2020 was the first year I chose a Word of the Year (WOTY). It seems funny when I think back to why I chose it, especially since there’s no way I could have predicted what the year would bring. But adapt was the perfect word. And it’s so perfect, I’m going to keep it for 2021. There’s still more adapting to do!!
I primarily chose Adapt as my word for 2020 because of my husband’s upcoming retirement. How I wish that was all I had to adapt to!! Read here for a more detailed account of how I chose it. It’s interesting that I did say something could easily blindside us. How prophetic!!
How did I do?
That’s a good question. I survived the year, so I must have adapted reasonably well. Did I feel like screaming at times? You bet. Did I cry a lot? More than usual. Did I want to escape? Most definitely. But you know, we all manage and move forward, don’t we? Because what else can you do? You adapt.
Tim had three surgeries in 2020. He worked for about three months throughout the year, before he retired in October. So, he was home most of the year. I didn’t have time to prepare; I had to adapt quickly. And it hasn’t been bad at all. But it’s a little difficult to assess, since most of the year was spent in our own little world due to the pandemic. How can you judge how anything worked in 2020?
The most challenging adaptation was an overnight change, having to instantly take responsibility for my parents. One day, things were fine, the next day my mom was in the ICU and there’s no way we wanted my dad living alone. February 2020 was a very difficult month. I instantly became the accountant for my parents, paying all the bills and getting things in order for filing taxes. There were so many decisions to make and I’m thankful I had my sister to share the burden. Tim also provided great support, even just by making sure I had something to eat after a long day at the hospital.
I FaceTime with my dad every day. It hasn’t been an issue but I wonder how it will go when the pandemic is over. At this point, I’m home all the time so it’s not keeping me from anything. And I’m hoping when things are better, he will be able to do more on his own, such as see the friends he hasn’t seen for a year. Maybe he won’t need us as much. (My sister calls him every day too.)
More adapting to do in 2021
My 2020 life is now in the past and we’ll see what happens in 2021.
This year will mean adapting back to something resembling normal. At least I hope so.
When will we stop watching the COVID numbers every day? When will we travel again? What will our holidays be like, especially now that my mom’s gone? How many things that started during the pandemic will continue?
Tim’s retirement could mean more change, as he’ll want to do more outside the house when it’s safe. I won’t mind; I miss a lot of that too. But I know it will affect the time I have at home to “do my thing”. Will I like that? I might, once I adapt to it.
A year ago, I expected to spend 2020 planning for two winter months in Florida in 2021. Well, that didn’t happen. But we do have a condo booked for 2022. At this point, I’m assuming we’ll go.
Tim’s been buying seawater fishing equipment so he’s already thinking ahead. Since I won’t be able to take my studio with me, I will be limited as to what I can do down there. I will have to not only think about what I can and can’t take, but what I’ll need to do before the end of the year that I would normally do in January through March.
I’ll have to plan how we’ll handle my dad’s financial stuff. Fortunately, there’s so much I can do online. But my sister may have to take on more.
Maybe I should choose a different word for this year? I’m just not ready to, though. We’ll see how much I can adapt to whatever 2021 brings.
After all, if I could make it through 2020, can this year be any more difficult? (Hope I didn’t just jinx myself.)