It’s been an incredible week here. Rose took me camping to my favourite place last night, by the sea under the stars. My heart is so full.
Poppy had hand foot and mouth this week, poor love. Today she was recovered and no longer contagious so she could go back to day care.
We couldn’t take her anywhere near other children and she was very bored and frustrated, so yesterday while recovering from the conference I took her to the beach for a picnic. It was an absolute joy. One of the silver linings of the terrible crisis in my family has been getting a chance to spend more time with her and connect in a way I’d started to lose. I was doing admin and housework and running around being responsible but missing out on snuggles, and being told about dinosaurs in a very serious voice, and the warm fuzzy wonderfulness of parenting her.
Things are easing. I’ve handed in the final draft of the prison magazine project I’ve been working on and the feedback has been stellar so far. I’m starting to cast a careful eye over the next possible projects with dawning excitement.
Rose is healing from the devastating breakdown, a little more present each day. More stars in our skies. We both step back from the edge, baby steps. She’s exploring study options and thinking of retraining in a new field. We are starting to dream about our future again.
And Georgie, Beyond Blue CEO, has tweeted this, which feels like it belongs on a book cover or something. It’s a beautiful summary, I’m happy to try and live up to that.