It’s not my best title, but it has the merit of announcing the color.
This is the breakdown. But then, the blackout. Impossible to align three words without wanting to erase them so dry. Days that the desire to publish an article works me, without being able to give birth to anything. I believe that 2020 will have got the better of my creativity.
2020. What a shitty year.
Humanity has lived shovelfuls years before. And will live shovelfuls afterwards. I think 2021 is warming up to overtake its sister, by the way. But swearing is a relief. And typing on an abstract year, my faith, also relieves.
In the rubbish, but then, really rubbish toll, I recently learned of the death of one of my most loyal readers. I swear, that screwed me up. I always had a little thought for her when I clicked “publish”. Each time it was a nod to this person, an elegant, kind and generous lady, whom I had not seen for many years. Big thought for his family and loved ones.
To continue in the nullity, I also lost a person of my family. It was brutal and all the more terrible as the circumstances prevent even thinking of getting together as a family to go through this mourning. To be honest, it’s been a few months and I’m not sure I’ve digested the news yet.
Less dramatic, but nil, a very good friend from Japan has decided to come home, at least for a while. Luckily, Super Internet is here to keep us all connected to each other.
Finally, and I agree, it’s a matter of patience, not being able to return to France to see my family also weighs in the balance. Not everyone has the leisure to return to France every year, but it was a ritual that I held dear. I made a good saving of my days off in order to spend the end of year holidays with family. But with a virus in nature and countries’ nervousness about their borders, I did not have the faith to take the bets. And my plane.
2020. Year of unplanned projects
Strangely, 2020 has also seriously shaken the coconut palm of our lives and the result is not that bad. In 100% teleworking since last April, I adopted a completely different pace of life. Despite the gloomy atmosphere, it is an invaluable comfort of life. This allows us, my husband and I, to take the time to think about the future (work, house, family), which we never happened at all, at all to do before this year. We have gone from “day to day” to “and in a year?”. Only problem, our projections are for “after the pandemic”, which is a bit late in coming…
I had the opportunity to write a few freelance articles last summer (you know, when my creativity wasn’t six feet under) and I really enjoyed it. It’s not that I don’t appreciate my full time, but my tasks leave me little time to be creative. In Japan, companies have a bit of a bad habit of sticking more than one hat to employees. It forces me to juggle sales, marketing, and content writing. And in this tense atmosphere of the thong, this is what brings back the pépettes which takes precedence over everything: SALES.
This led me to welcome with joy and (a lot of) trembling a much more exciting freelance assignment with another company, the aptly named GourmetPro. GourmetPro in a nutshell is a network of consultants assisting foreign food and beverage companies with their Japanese market entry strategy. They also support Japanese brands and products wishing to enter foreign markets, in France in particular. It’s a completely new professional environment for me, but one that already attracted me quite a bit after all my reading on food and industry in general.
I write articles, presentations and try to harness the terrifying LinkedIn network with relevant research and posts. It makes me think that I need to put an explanatory page about this company somewhere on this blog.
We moved to Chiba, just to breathe. Fun fact, we are one of the 400,000 people and a few who left (fled?) Tokyo in 2020. We quickly toured our city, but it’s probably the perfect place to cope in the midst of a pandemic.
Our getaway is temporary. We have already set our sights on a specific district of Tokyo for our return. But when we are in doubt, we have option B, also in Tokyo, but in a quieter and more green area.
We told ourselves that a mini-us was no longer to be excluded in the future. It is not yet on the table, if I may say so, because I have a moderate desire to live the experience of motherhood during this period. But it’s on a mental to-do list.
What was important to us was to feel responsible enough to give life and respect “said life” and its choices. That and… access to a good education (he’ll do what they want with it). And that in Japan is sweet. Hence our decision to set up a good distance from the French school in Tokyo.
2021 year of hope?
Despite the projects and the 2020 page which is turning, we cannot say that 2021 is gone on the hats of wheel.
I recently learned of the death of one of my most loyal readers. I swear, that screwed me up. I always had a little thought for her when I clicked “publish”. Each time it was a nod to this person, an elegant, kind and generous lady, whom I had not seen for many years. Big thought for his family and loved ones.
And then the news, the great tourbillon cataclysmmediadramatic, has enough to depress more than one. Between the state of emergency in Japan, France which slams the door in our face and delusions to the right and to the left, mental fatigue lurks and the call of the duvet is felt stronger at the end of the day.
But if I start 2021 on the knees and lacking inspiration, I firmly believe in the light at the end of the tunnel.
I hope we will see her by this summer, and I wish you all a healthy year, and lots and lots of courage in the months to come.