Some things stay the same…

I have so much to tell you and I’m so emotional about it so I’m not sure if it will come out right. I’m so angry, frustrated and upset that I just want to scream into a pillow for an hour. Have you ever felt like that? Bear with me. First of all – theContinue reading “Some things stay the same…”

Things I know about my Dad

Originally, I was going to call this “things I remember about Dad” but it’s too soon. He’s not ‘a memory’, he’s my Dad. He’ll forever be alive and well in my heart. So here’s what I know about him: Dad loved beer. A lot. Dad also loved talking for hours about nothing and everything. HeContinue reading “Things I know about my Dad”

Panicked

I left work on Friday with a beautiful card of encouragement and love signed by everyone in my office, a little gift wrapped in flamingo paper (I’m hoping it’s a candle, I love candles) and hope in my heart that now I was going to get the rest and time to think and reset thatContinue reading “Panicked”

Grief

My Dad – someone who often was my whole world in my eyes – is the first person I’ve ever lost. This is my first experience of grief and I don’t know what to do. Grief lingers in dark corners and is a heavy weight on my heart. Grief doesn’t follow rules of times toContinue reading “Grief”

“You should write a book about your Dad”

Quite a few friends have told me to that I should write a book about my Dad. I think they like my nostalgic Facebook posts and they think I have a wealth of knowledge on my Dad and that everything was rosey and tinted in a golden hue. That’s not the truth. The truth isContinue reading ““You should write a book about your Dad””

I’m walking away

So today, I need to come up with a final decision for my boss. Here’s what’s been going on in the last few days: I’ve posted on Facebook about my struggle to decide and beloved friends have weighed in – albeit very gently – on it. Some are for staying, some are for leaving. Great.Continue reading “I’m walking away”

What would Dad say?

Well. It could go one of 2 ways, really. Whenever I came to Dad for advice, he’d either be compassionate and wise with some really good advice, or get really angry/annoyed at what I was asking about (maybe it was in the way I asked?) and would give me very sarcastic, hurtful advice…and possibly aContinue reading “What would Dad say?”

Decisions, Decisions

I have a longggg history of being hired and fired for many, MANY jobs. I have pretty much worked in every industry and field in the whole of Perth in offices in almost every suburb over the last 15 years. I can count on one hand the jobs I’ve enjoyed, they are that few andContinue reading “Decisions, Decisions”

It will be enough.

October 10, 2016 First of all, the good news: I don’t have Borderline Personality Disorder. A very high-up Medical “fellow” (who was a small, black African woman – go figure?) told me I didn’t have it after interviewing me for an hour at the Hospital last week. I’m more than happy to take her wordContinue reading “It will be enough.”

Speak to me in the language of love

November 04, 2019 I don’t mean that romantically, by the way. I really believe everyone has 1 or more of these love languages: Words: being spoken to, written to lovingly – the opposite – being talked to harshly, told off, yelled at or written to in harsh words can break your heart Touch: Being held,Continue reading “Speak to me in the language of love”