My first day of getting up for work at 5.45am happened this week. After having nearly 4 months of no work, going to bed late, getting up late, I am very grateful to have work to go to. The early morning alarm was a shock to the system and so was travelling on public transport with a face covering. The normal rush hour passengers were not around and it seemed kind of eerie, knowing that it is not a public holiday and there were lots of seats available. During the period of full lockdown and no work, I have contemplated how grateful I am to have food on the table, clothes to wear, a place to call home and finances to pay for the little luxuries, things that I know I have taken for granted before. Although, I will be tired after my few days of working, I am grateful to have a job to go to, as lots of people don’t, furloughed or not. There are lots of things that I wish could go back to normal pre Covid and there are lots of things that I hope stay: spending more quality time with family, exercising more, appreciating the things I have and also not taking my health for granted. So, as I come to the end of my first week of work, I will tell myself to be grateful for work, when next my alarm goes off very early in the morning.