Day 15 of 100 Days
Friday, 15th January, 2021
The world reached a landmark of 2 million deaths today, which is a stark and distressing figure and one I'm finding quite difficult to stomach. I’m finding comfort in talking to my friends, reading positive books (next up, Our Generous Gene by Mike Dickson) and by not watching the news. I started watching the news conference this afternoon, but was shortly after switching it on, felt really discouraged by Boris constantly deflecting questions. So, I put on The Repair Shop which was recorded.
What: Marketing Campaign
Organisation: Only A Pavement Away
Today, we tied-up the #ServeOurSoup campaign, announcing all the winners via Instagram, after Tom Aikens judged them all. The winner was a delicious-looking artichoke and hazelnut soup, and hopefully we’ll be trying it at the Cook and Dine event which will take place at some point this year (fingers-crossed). The Cook and Dine event is usually hosted at the Grand High Lodge in Covent Garden – home of the Freemasons – which is an amazing venue. It will be good to run the campaign again at the end of this year we’ll be able to plan things a lot more effectively and raise a lot more money now that we know more about what we’re doing. We still managed to raise close to £9k over the Christmas period, and I'm super-chuffed about that though.
OAPA was the only volunteering role I focused on today, as I was playing of catch-up with a few things after being busy with home schooling this week. My son went back to school today after the teacher isolation period, which was great for him and for us at home. I really do feel for the parents who have been doing this for the best part of a year. I'm not without challenges, bringing up a son with special needs, but I think the parents who have been home schooling without much in the way of support while having to juggle a full-time job are absolute heroes. Parental guilt that you're not doing a good enough job is something that I've always felt, and it marches alongside a feeling of constant worry. It's also a feeling that has been exacerbated since last March – especially when people question your choices (like sending your son into school during a pandemic). I'm pretty sure I'll see more home schooling coming my way, but I have very little to complain about in the grand scheme of things.
I also had a couple of phone calls today as well; one was with one charity about a trustee vacancy which has become available and the other was about a potential job as a volunteer manager with a lovely organisation in west London. I don’t want to say anything about who they are in case I don’t get the roles, and if nothing comes to fruition this is basically the last you’ll hear of it.
I’m still not really sure about where I’m going, although I do know one thing: I’ll know that I’m in the right place when I get there.