So, I don’t want to skew to left of the centre that this blog was looking at – mental health – but this post is about something else. A something that may impact health but in ways other than what I first thought.
So! Change. The phenomenon we all know is ‘hard’. Well this change came easily for me. I moved to a spot in Tassy I’d never considered and – to collective gasps – I gave up a job. I had – to the dismay of the dominant discourse about choosing a person – committed to a relationship.
I got a job, then another one and now I am in my absolute happy place at work!
Ohhh, the relationship. Daniel. It’s not like any other relationship I have been in. It has been scary for me because of its healthiness and ease. We have had adversity, I’m not Cinderella-ing here. I don’t believe in ‘happily ever after’ I believe in happiness some moments, alternate feelings other moments. But this is a strange new land for me – one of safe vulnerability, emotional intelligence, independent needs and so many hugs. I didn’t know it could be like this.
Then… there are R and M, the girls. Who I love and they love me too. They talk about ‘when you and daddy get married’ and they ask me how to spell things and what a group of otters is called (a ‘romp’ or a ‘family’). They desperately want me to come to their birthday party and to see their netball games.
My life has changed, I explore rainforests, I drink a lot more tea, I had one beer on Grand Final day – my only alcohol in two months! I am healthier of both body and mind.
I think back to the disdain I had for people ‘running things by their partner’ or wanting to spend all their time at home or with their partner. Now? That’s most important.
I missed him, this, them…us for 37 years so now I choose him, this, them.
No aplologies or shame.