Swear and Swear Alike.
Well i’ve really ripped some emotional strips off myself these past couple of weeks, so I think i’m going to cut myself a break and keep this week’s Sunday Muse a bit shorter and less introspective. Which is probably a bit of a relief for all of us! 😉
If you’ve been following along, you’ll know that i’m currently on the hunt for a new job – just some part time or temp work to keep things going while i’m building up the freelancing stuff, and also studying at uni. This has meant the majority of the past week has been spent going to and fro between recruitment agency meetings and job interviews, which has been just a tiny bit exhausting after being mistress of my own rather flexible schedule for so long.
I won’t blame the exhaustion for my performance during one particular interview however.
Continue reading “The Sunday Muse, February 7”
We of the Never Never.
A few years ago, shortly after my Dad had died, my Mum moved to Melbourne to be closer to family. One day, we were on our way to the city to meet some friends. As we walked up to the tram stop near to where she was staying at the time, out of the blue, and apropos of no conversation we’d ever had, she offered to help me out financially to have a baby.
I was…speechless. And she was tearful as the words tumbled out. She had always thought i’d be such a great mother, she said, and she didn’t want me to miss out on that. She had a little money put by from Dad’s estate and she wanted me to help me out in any way possible, if that’s what I wanted.
We stood in that street in Northcote, both of us welling up with tears, and all sorts of emotions we could barely find the words for, let alone express, seeped into the air around us.
Continue reading “The Sunday Muse, January 31”
Food, Money and Love
This week i’ve been thinking about how my compost worms used to be the best fed worms in Melbourne. Perhaps Australia.
I’m going somewhere with this, I promise…just stay with me.
When I was working a regular, 9-5 job, getting paid on a fortnightly basis, my life and spending habits revolved around that schedule…everything was arranged to be paid, bought or spent within that two week period, and it would all re-set and start again once the next fortnightly pay cycle came around.
I never really questioned whether I needed to spend money on this schedule…I just did. You get paid, you buy stuff. I don’t mean going out and buying all manner of unnecessary crap like some teenager with a credit card – for the most part anyway (ask me about my eBay/op shopping addiction some other time) – I mean regular stuff like groceries and things for the garden, and clothing and toiletries whenever the need arose. But the point was, when it came to buying all these things, I was on a treadmill of spending…I just did it because i’d been paid, and because it was part of my fortnightly routine.
Continue reading “The Sunday Muse, January 24”
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