It feels wrong to be starting a blog today of all days. Beginning something when so much has ended in the last week.
At 12.51pm I found myself in a church I have often driven past and thought was almost as pretty as the Christchurch Cathedral. Or almost as pretty as the Cathedral was – today it is a symbol of the destruction that has hit Christchurch and broken the people of Canterbury and the hearts of so many of the rest of us. It was incredibly moving to see so many fall silent to pay respects and show support for those in Christchurch… not for the first time in the last few days I found myself welling up during the national anthem.
Like so many far away from the rubble, it has felt wrong to go about my ordinary life every day for the last week, the only unusual thing being a daily call south to check in on my family, making sure we are still some of the lucky ones who remain largely untouched by the earthquake.
But while it feels so uncomfortable, it also feels important to go on going on – because it’s only by luck and location that it’s not me without a house or my life. Ultimately, it’s the best reminder that everything can change in an instant and the life you’re living should be one you’re making the most of. I’m disappointed that it’s taken such a devastating event to wake me up and remind me of the importance of, well, everything, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who had forgotten. Nor will I be the only one thinking about how to make the most of this opportunity; because amid the heartbreak and horror, that’s what those of us unaffected have: an opportunity.
While my opportunity centres around (amongst other things) this new venture and how hard I will work for it to grow, today isn’t about that as much as it is about remembering those who have lost and been lost and a reminder to value what we still have.