Halfway Through 2009 and it ain’t getting better
June 5th, 2009
The recent lack of posts had nothing to do with writers’ block nor lacking in issues to ponder upon. Neither has it got to do with the lack of thoughts to share.
I had half a mind of shutting this down because I’m at that stage of life where I’m uncomfortable with sharing my deepest darkest thoughts. Or, maybe it’s because I’ve finally found THE one to share my deepest darkest thoughts with. However, shutting this down is like killing off part of myself. I’d realised that I needed this blog as much as I need to breathe (or buy up the next pretty ball of yarn I lay my eyes on)
2009 as it is, has not been easy for me. I thought I started it off with a bang by flying home to Melbourne from Devonport. I guess, that’s where it sort of started to go downhill.
The struggles with finding a home, the struggles of going through the doom and gloom of the economy, the struggles of trying to lead life as normal as I can all the while I feel life is being put on hold for the time being. No, 2009 has not been very kind to me.
So, if you ask me if I plan to celebrate my big 3 with a bang, I’ll tell you that there’s really nothing worth celebrating.
I’m also a little out of touch right now because a dear friend has been hospitalised. Between work and dashing to Royal Melbourne Hospital (which serves damn awesome meals, by the way), I’m just knitting to try and stay sane. From this, I learnt that I hate hospitals. I made the right choice in not being a doctor-I would’ve never made it. I don’t have the mental tenacity nor emotional capacity to deal with it. Nurses and doctors have earned a higher level of respect from me through all of this. The many staff I’d harassed at Royal Melbourne have been nothing but patient, understanding and most kind. (I’ve lost count of the number of times I asked if he’s out of the OR yet and no one has been short with me or brushed me off) So, while I’m thankful that colour has returned to his cheeks, he’s finishing off his dinner and telling me my latte smells damn good, I’m still worried and I will continue to worry until he’s back to his usual wanting-to-play footie self.
So, that’s life for the first half of 2009. If this is not solid rock bottom, I really don’t know what is. I’m just hoping that it will pick up in the 2nd half of 2009; I don’t know how else I can take it anymore.















