Tomorrow, I will switch off my computer, unplug the mass of tangled wires next to our bed and walk away from 17 years of working in the law into a great unknown.
It was a year that began for me with eight long days at the Royal Melbourne Hospital with sepsis and severe pneumonia, with my husband trying to get home from Vietnam, with my children scared without us. I emerged back into a world from which I craved certainty, trying to shrug off the deep sense of my own mortality that had settled. Instead, a pandemic swept the world. And our foundations shook further.
And in amongst it all, a sense of disconnectedness grew. I knew life was out there, only a Zoom click away. But my exhaustion kept it at bay. As the year progressed, everything I thought I wanted began to crumble.So, a decision was made. A decision made by many before me, and undoubtedly many to come. A decision made because I am tired of being tired. Tired of being overwhelmed. Tired of just surviving, of going through the motions. I want to find space where stillness descends.
BLM too! This is coming from the ethnic European community of Aussies. Imagine what we, the Aboriginal community, have been suffering since the first boat people of Britons with guns here!
We have not had time to process the many events and experiences of 2020. There has been so much sandwiched into the one year at the personal, local, national and world events. Time for even greater Compassion and empathy for 2021. Together we are strong.
Written by someone who's plenty well off. I've been tired and surviving my whole fucking life. Tired of seeing middle and upper-middle class people whinging about doing it 'tough' for a short fucking period.
You echo what has happened to so many Marisa . . . wishing you and your family all the best 💗