Boxing Day. The day after the wedding. The day after the World Cup, or the exam final, or a childhood’s birthday.
The day when all the intense focus and anxious of the Big Day has evaporated leaving you … what? Deflated isn’t quite the right word, because all that space is filled with a warm glow, a satisfaction, a collage of memories and images.Embed from Getty Images
What’s changed is that the thing is behind you rather than in front of you. What’s the goal now? What are we looking forward to?
Which is why the media has pivoted effortlessly to talk of 2019: coaches, players, strategies. Way too early for any of that.
For me, the important thing is to carry on with the weight loss and fitness gains. Which is why I have already signed up for a tramp in March and a half-marathon in May. Keep the head in the game. And there are some tidying up facts to attend to: public parades, putting this blog to bed, and maybe an idea for all the wonderful loyal members of the Order of the Black Heart.
And maybe time to pay back some of the care and attention of MrsDavy who has suffered my anxious these last few
days weeks months years with good grace, and something approaching understanding. She even surprised me last night, as we watched the replay (of course we did – haven’t you?) by showing an understanding of the offside law. And the LittleDavys keep growing up much to my pride and chagrin.
Life carries on, and would have even if we’d lost. Ah, but isn’t it grand that we won?