It’s 3 years.
3 years since one part of my life fell apart.
It’s 3 years since I decided that I was now free
I was now able to choose to live my life the way I wanted
To not be apologetic for being me
Since I decided to set out on the quest to learn how to live a life of fulfilment and happiness. Joy and Hope.
In those 3 years I:
- Travelled to the UK and Paris twice and the US once, to Melbourne numerous times, Tasmania 3 or 4 times, and the Great Barrier Reef once
- Had various adventures, danced through life and bounced for happiness and joy
- Drank tea on a rooftop, drank wine on another one, danced in the rain, cuddled trees, discussed philosophy on balconies at dusk
- Met lots of lovely people, learned what it is to love friends and be loved back. Discovered many members of my heart and my spirit families
- Shared a home with a wonderful woman. We shared food, thoughts, care and concern. A comfortable place to be, and my first home in a long time
- Learned how emotionally strong I am, and how I deal with stress
- Learned what my ideal life is like
- Had a brilliant job, with fantastic colleagues, that was all I could want at that stage of my career
- Lost 15 kgs, and became stylish, but also wore knee-high stripey socks and fun hats
- Learned the principles of being an adult, chief that being an adult means realising no-one is going to do that difficult task for you.
- Was an internet DJ for 18 months and learned that I CAN tell an interesting story
- Have seen the Cat Empire in concert 6 times, and re-discovered an appreciation of music that I thought I’d lost
- Have become an excellent intuitive cook, and appreicator of good food
- Met the man I was supposed to meet, and moved to the UK to be with him
On this day every year I remember, and am thankful for the fact that part of my life fell apart. For the intense phoenix journey that was the following 18 months, and the changeable journey of the last 18 months. And I start to look forward to the next 12-18 months and start to wonder what it might bring.