
Today I thought about you for half a second
Then I ate a choc-chip cookie
And felt much better

Today I connected on social media with an old colleague from early in my career. We haven’t spoken since early 2000. I was single in those days, and living in Johannesburg. He has wondered how life has treated me through the years. This is someone I worked closely with every day for two years, and traveled to the U.K. together with on training. Somewhat like a work husband 😂
I spoke about my four day job (yay!), and how it was fate that I got my current role. The company started off as a South African company, and is now a top global IT company. I worked for them in South Africa as well.
I was thinking on this positive conversation when I arrived home. That’s strange, I thought, walking into the kitchen, and finding post with my name on it. Who could that be from?
Our NSW branch manager, that’s who! Grotesquely excited to congratulate me on my work anniversary. Woo hooo!!!
How awesome is that? No, really!
It took me six months to overcome my ‘sugar-in-tea’ addiction. I had tried before, but I hated the taste of unsweetened tea. Several attempts of cutting the sugar failed. Until one day I went cold turkey. I just decided. I’m doing it. Quitting the sugar. I craved it. I pleaded with myself. Please can I have sugar in my tea? Please?? No. I really want sugar. No.
After six months, unsweetened tea and coffee tasted normal. That was sixteen years ago. Now I cannot drink sweetened tea or coffee. It makes me want to gag.
In December I went cold turkey. I will overcome my latest addiction. I have cried and whined and hated myself and been through the rough. I figure I have another three months to go. I feel stronger than I did in January. Mid-February. I am still not there yet. But stronger. The energies will change. Worlds will shift.
I did such a great job of cutting ties that the choice is no longer mine. There is nothing I can run back to. Even if I beg and plead and stand on my head.
Acceptance is the big new word.
Three more months.
It’s finally happened. Well, it happened a few months ago already, but yesterday it really happened. My title changed. I am no longer just a mother. Mom. Mum (in Australian terms). I’m a mother of a teenager. And yesterday morning I had my first real test.
I had a robot in the car. Incapable of speaking like a normal person, but using a deadpan robotic voice. Followed by the ‘I don’t know what to say because you are asking weird questions’. Questions about the day ahead. General conversational type questions. These are now suddenly weird questions, and I am not worthy.
Not impressed. So I did the only thing I could do. I dropped him off and never said goodbye. No ‘I love you’ and ‘have a good day’ and blah blah. Just nothing. He said thank you. And waited. Nothing. He repeated his thank you in his robotic voice. Nothing. And so he left. And I got on with my day.
Different attitude when I collected him. He asked me are you going to speak to me again? Not if you are a robot, I don’t speak to robots. In general. And then it happened.
I didn’t realize that was how I was sounding. I won’t speak like that again.
In every direction
Flying into space
And sinking into oceans
In depths of sadness
And waves of emotions
My mind drags me high
And sinks me low
It attacks with violence
And loves with passion
It drives me crazy
And keeps me sane
My mind is my enemy
And also my friend
My only company
Surrounded by solitude
My mind is a kite
Flying in the sky
And an anchor
Keeping me
Alive
Flowing in the world
Reaching out from hearts
Healing as it goes
From yours to mine
Tender love has reached
A soothing balm
On my salted wound
I watched Moonlight this morning. A beautifully made, poignant movie depicting human emotion, the good, bad and ugly. And compassion.
I cried. And I felt.
A beautiful story.
I said ‘Sorry’.
For words uttered in hurt and pain and anger.
Words that have been haunting my days and nights, Â and dreams and nightmares.
I hate the consequences of my words.
I hate that I speak without thinking.
I hate that I cause hurt without intending.
I hate that I push instead of pull.
And most of all,
I hate that you are no longer with me
That I am alone
That I miss you
That I played with fire
And I hate that
I got burnt