Well, not quite a year. So much has happened in the Gydleverse, and at the same time, so little. So very little writing here. It’s a long story. Suffice it to say I took a part-time job and it pretty much drained me of any energy or desire to write.
Grief and loneliness are hard. I wasn’t expecting them down under, but here they were, waiting for me. They walked with me around Melbourne, sat with me in that soulless cubicle and in front of the TV as I self-medicated with Stranger Things, The Good Wife, A Place to Call Home, Victoria …
Hello, grief. Hello, loneliness. Of course you’re here! My mother died. My cat, my friends, my children and my siblings are half a world away. Marc, bless his heart, is consumed with an exciting new job, and me? I’m upside-down.
Some day (soon, maybe) I’ll look back on this first year in Melbourne and be grateful for the lessons it has brought. I know more than ever the value of gratitude and appreciation, of a kind word, a welcoming gesture. My interviewing skills are better. I’ve done some great hiking (more on that soon). I think I have a better sense of what matters to me, what my deep down values are, and I have found the courage to put this into action.
If periods like these are invaluable for introspection and growth, I’m pushing seven feet right now. The view from up here is awesome.
The good thing about tunnels is that unlike caves, they always end. See! The sun is shining and a new vista awaits. Pedal to the metal!
So many metaphors! Gydle is back.
That’s all for now.