So, I’ve been out of work awhile, and while I’ve been mostly thinking about things like looking for a job, or getting myself mentally to a point where I can take on the world, I’ve also been thinking about other options. Study, of course. wit my over-thinking brain, is always an option. Perhaps I enroll at a TAFE, or community college for something. Perhaps another masters. Or, maybe distance courses are a good option. No face to face, lots of reading, discussion through moodle. I loved that format through the masters I did, so I should continue it. Whether formally, through a uni or TAFE course, or informally, through a skeptic/atheist bookclub!
Maybe child behaviour is an area for study for me? I did several behaviour subjects through uni both under an post- grad… plus all my work with kids with a language disorder. Or Autism. Or kids with “just” a mild intellectual disability. So much we could do for those kids language wise, if we know how, and we had the backing from our “benefactors” (private, taxes and so on) to go ahead and help these boys to make their way through both the justice system and society when we throw them back into it.
Perhaps I have a passion for social justice issues, and should channel that instead? Surely that’s better to blog about than soy lattes? :p
What do you think?
Have you ever manage to study, for study or pleasure’s sake only?
Considering a career in vending machines. Japan style.
Where am I up to?
I’m clearly having way too good a social life. Which is good, actually, despite the lack of sleep and probably too much alcohol in my system, because I really AM starting to make connections down here. Supportive friends, silly friends, people I also don’t click with too. Making Sydney feel much more comfortable. Much more home. Home is where the heart is.
I applied for a job. By applied, I called the lead clinician and sussed each other out, and emailed through my resume. It’s rather part time, school age language, literacy, dyspraxia and autism. Right up my alley and potentially a good way to get my foot back in the door. We shall see how that pans out.
I’m covered in bruises, for one reason or another. One reason is running into a glass door. Others include being generally clumsy, and on my arm that I’m putting down to somebody grabbing me and saving my life. You know, like if I walked in front of a moving vehicle. Which I do because I have NO road sense. I actually don’t know where I got that bruise from, but sounds like a good story? Want to be my knight in shining armour?
Another year has gone. That makes 14 years since watching the Xmas lights, getting bitten by mozzies, and curling up together at Brian’s.
14 years. A huge year again this year. Different cities. Awesome highs and hellish lows. Lots to take on, to end. Moving. Growing up (???). Growing together. While apart. Sharing so much. Even if by text, email, weekly recaps or occasional MMS. It’s been tough, but we’re still so strong.
I probably shouldn’t confess that I was up around four am.
After waking up sometime before that. To-do lists buzzing.
And that I spent the next couple of hours sorting out my clothes, bagging things for The Smith Family, throwing out old cosmetics, and doing a couple of loads of washing.
- My contract for my new job. Something about needing to decide how to allocate the untaxed income. Or something. I think I need a card.
- The new Marie Claire. For zoning out.
- Something official looking for a former tenant.
- A card telling me I have a parcel waiting. I hope it’s my netbook.
Making lists. Lots of lists. To-dos for work, all the reports and notes to write, caseload to prioritise. To dos for home. Furniture and books to offload (I got $14 in exchange for some books today to put towards my City2Surf fundraising for the Steve Waugh Foundation). Stuff to sort out.
It’s going to be a big month.
And people keep asking me about a farewell! I suggest they organise it and let me know ;)
Roast Vegetable Salad eaten at the Lighthouse, Belconnen, during a lunch break on a planning day.
That thing, you know, change. Constant change. Some thrive on it, some freeze at the thought. It depends on the context. How does it affect me? How far will it stretch my comfort zone? Will it result in growth, or is it outside it, and with break the boundaries of the comfort zone, will it hurt in the process?
Several meetings, planning meetings around changing systems, planning for the next little while. Caseloads, systems, PD. Meetings around performance reviews.
Sending Rish off to meetings about his future, which in turn are about ours and mine.
I’m not sure what comes next. I sometimes roll and grow with these things, sometimes I freeze. I hope this in one that grows me. It won’t be easy, but it’s coming.
