I woke this morning to grey skies and the rain fell all day. It's Mother's Day and the firstborn is not at home. We spoke and he is doing so well.
Miss B made me the most beautiful card and wrote a message that carries wisdom way beyond her years. Some of you may know of the ups and downs of recent months. The difficulty in finding a full-time job, the firstborn leaving home (for a good reason), and most recently, the death of my father-in-law and then on the day of his funeral, the death of my Grandad.
Throw into the mix the former family home being on the market and any one of these life events could be the undoing of a lesser being. But as I keep hearing, I am strong, and you know what? I believe it now.
In coming weeks I may keep a close eye on the election campaign and write some blogs but if any one of those Coalition politicians mentions "jobs and growth" as many times as Matthias Cormann did on Sky News tonight I may not.
If you are going to live in the awful climate of Canberra you may as well work in the big house on the hill. I did, in the Press Gallery, and when that ended, took a job with a senator. I shocked a few folk with that move. I did it as an exercise in employment and life education. I learned so very much about politics and how wonderful some people can be and how horrible others are. I also made some lifelong friends.
With the benefit of hindsight I don't think I would do it again. I liked the processes and procedures of Parliament and felt that I did good work, but the fragile egos of politicians would not last five minutes in a newsroom.
In recent months I've been seeking full-time employment but that has remained elusive. It seems these days how one fits in with the team is more important than any ability or experience. It's like they want clones of themselves. Fantastic, clone away that's not me.
I'm painting and sewing and creating and figuring it all out.
We all do our very best.
All the love.