Here we are again, at the end of another year, and so it’s time for me to write my annual letter, in which I lament the fact that I haven’t written enough here this year. I’ve posted a mere 28 times, which is not a lot in the grand scheme of things, so this is my annual reminder to myself that I do like blogging, and to try again in the coming 12 months.
So, 2019. Another year has come and gone, and it’s been yet another one of horrors on a global level, but generally nice stuff on a personal level. My biggest achievement this year has been in the professional area; I was made editor of one of the magazines that my company publishes. I am so very proud of myself; I’m not specifically qualified for the role, but I’ve been working in magazines one way or another for around 6 years now (though mostly on the marketing side), and it was a real vote of confidence that my bosses believed in me enough to ask me to do it. So I’m now five issues in, and I’m loving it while simultaneously being terrified that I’m getting it wrong every day.
Other highlights this year have included plenty of adventures: I saw Simon Mayo at the Cambridge Literature Festival, went to Brighton to celebrate Hannah’s birthday, saw Wicked and Mary Poppins at the theatre, saw The Apprentice being filmed at Thorpe Park, visited Devon and Cornwall, and saw Bon Jovi at Wembley. I went to YALC and Comic-Con in London (saw Jason Momoa), and I went to Liverpool for a birthday trip and ate pretty much all the vegan food on offer.
My dad retired this year, after 49 years working at the Tate Gallery, and I went with my sisters and one of my brothers to see him celebrated at the gallery on his last day. It was a really special thing to be a part of, and it was so wonderful to see the esteem in which he held by all of his colleagues and the people he works for.
In my ever-growing obsession with podcasts, I went to see two of my favourites being recorded. Pilot TV is pretty much my most-listened to thing this year; I’ve listened and re-listened, so it was great to be in the room to hear them record an episode as part of the London Podcast Festival. I was also lucky enough to grab a ticket for a UK recording of The West Wing Weekly, where I go to be in the same room as none other than Bradley Whitford.
As ever, I haven’t managed to see my family as much as I might have liked, but the time I do spend with them is always great, and I love them all dearly. Our ranks didn’t grow this year, but will very early in the new year, when I’m set to welcome yet another niece or nephew. It’s funny to watch as my friends become aunties for the first time, as my oldest niece turns 30 in this coming year!
The other highlight this year was watching one of my very best friends get married in a beautiful ceremony. She’s one of my favourite people in the world, so being part of her day felt very special indeed.
So personally, it’s been a lovely year, really. I haven’t achieved quite as much as I would have liked, mainly because I’m lazy. I have plans for the next few months, but we’ll see how that pans out. Politically, of course, it’s been a shitshow. I was hoping that the wave of nationalism and, let’s face it, fascism, might be on its way out, but that was wishful thinking, because we’re mired in it pretty deeply at this stage, and I can’t see it changing now for a while. I’m scared, frankly.
But 2020 is a new year, and who knows what will happen. More good stuff than bad, hopefully.
Farewell 2019. Thanks for the memories.
A Love Letter to… is an ongoing series (that I tend to update once a year.)