2.20.2020

42 days and counting...

42 days, $848 dollars saved and 37800 calories not consumed. Nice work me!!!

I can't say that it has been easy, all the time, but it has allowed me some sober time to contemplate my future. To think clearly and make some informed decisions about what I really want from life and what I can give back. Which lead me to an uncanny event today...

I am a teacher. I have decided that I want a change and have resigned from my job. But before I leave I am incorporating some more obvious life lessons into my repertoire, so that the young people I teach can learn about consequences for their actions. It might not be popular, but what are they going to do, fire me?!

Last week our school got a complaint from a member of the public about some of our students behaving badly out and about. So today after school, I took them out to make amends. We met a lady who owns miniature horses and helped her out with some chores. You can probably guess what the chores were.

It turns out that this particular lady has a contract to run holiday programmes for under-privileged kids and she's offered me a job. I am going to be teaching them to sew and we are going to make things with recycled clothing. They are going to make things to sell at the market to earn money for themselves.

So my little outing has had so many positive outcomes that I could just burst! And I'll be showing up each morning to teach the children how to sew and run a small business, with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, because I won't be hungover!!!

Win:Win:Win

2.16.2020

Sobriety - why?

Sobriety is something I have been thinking about for a while. I am 51 years old and have been drinking since I was 14 years old. This is a long time, and has seen various consequences in my life. I come from a long line of alcoholics, so I've seen the damage that alcohol can do to people; physically and emotionally.

But I didn't need to worry because my drinking was all about choice, until it wasn't. Well it sort of still was, but I couldn't be bothered to choose not to drink. And eventually I looked forward to it in the morning when I woke up. In the school holidays, sometimes I would start drinking at 11am. But not every day, because that was my choice.

When I was younger, sometimes my drinking made me antisocial, unsafe and obnoxious. But in the last 10 years or so it didn't anymore. I was choosing to drink and be sensible. I might talk too loud or dance on my own, sometimes I even did yoga, but I made the choice not to be antisocial anymore.

But addiction is a slippery slope. There are other things going on in my life but alcohol allowed me the choice not to deal with them. I was too busy thinking about drinking, planning drinking sessions, drinking, waking up at 4am feeling bad about my drinking and then in the morning hungover and regretting my drinking. Having another drink made me feel better, physically at least, and so the cycle started again.

I had made the choice to be a "high functioning alcoholic". It sounds so glamorous, so NOW. But then is was just a drag. So I may be having a mid-life crisis a bit later than some and it may have something to do with being on the wrong side of 50 and menopause. But now I am making the choice to be sober. I'm day 38 and there have been highs and lows, but I'm still going.

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2.15.2020

Back to blogging

As I reacquaint myself with blogging, I am updating my profile below, from 11 years ago... (although much of it is still true).

I've been collecting treasures like a magpie since I was young, storing them in jars. I always had an interest for bits I found on trips; shells, sea glass + leaf skeletons. My jewelry + artworks has come about from a desire to use the things I've collected, as I feel it's vital to create something precious from those items as a tribute to the earth and its power + generosity. There's also a need in me to convert other people's trash into beautiful items so that recycling is occurring. This is seen in the pieces that use old copper toilet cisterns, electricity wire + smooth sea glass found on the New Zealand coast, glass which began as a bottle that someone threw into the sea. As long as I can remember I've had the need to create things. This is my therapy, as when my hands are busy my mind is calm, due to the focus that's required on the piece that's unfolding; A form of meditation that produces a treat at the end of it. Now I am working with flax, wire, beads, shells, sequins + pieces of 'junk' from my vast collection. I'm finding wire to be a great medium because it's so forgiving. If I'm not satisfied with a piece I can unwind it + begin again, this suits me just fine!