I’ve been bewildered about most things most of my life. It’s bewildering. Things that others take on board (or on the chin) with apparent ease will send me (not screaming because I do have some dignity left) to my doona. Because it’s safe there. I can hide. I can hide from this strange country I’ve been struggling to adapt to for the past 2 years, from the endless tiredness and the Hole, from not understanding people, from being misunderstood, from the fear of disappointing those I love – all of that ridiculousness.
And then one night when I couldn’t sleep I stumbled upon a blogger who, even though she is self-admittedly ‘broken’, is a fabulous example of who I want to be like when I grow up and it was her writings that helped me through those nights – made me think I’d found my tribe – and also made me think that this would be a good idea.
If it turns out to be a very bad, BAD idea then I shall blame her. It seems only fair.