My journey begins. I am 12 years old, I’m moving on from the north-west coast of Tasmania. I am on a train; my last port of call before my last stop, to my new home, hopefully my very last placement. I stand on the platform, waiting to go to my new home.
Pushing the boundaries
The Meeting
Three words. It just took three words to make my heart thump and armpits sweat. “Can you present,” my boss asked me, “at next week’s meeting.” Not a question; a given.
Kim’s Super Sweet 61st
There once lived a girl who was the middle child of a large family; she had at least three older siblings and at most three younger ones. I say at least three older because the girl’s mother had suffered a still birth and two infant deaths before finally a son was born (then the rest) who survived past childhood. The girl’s parents worked in traditional folk medicine, this meant the kids were around lots of herbs and dried things (like baby mice carcasses, snakes, mushrooms) when they were younger. The girl’s father died when she was 10. I am not sure how old he was when he died, but let’s take a guess at mid 40s. Altogether, the parents had three sons, two daughters, a fourth son and then a final daughter at the mother’s ripe old age of 40.
Intangible Lines
Boundaries are social constructs. They are invisible constructions of our minds and of society that make us feel uncomfortable or scared to step outside the norm. It’s healthy and normal to break these boundaries, and without this, the world wouldn’t be the same as it is today. Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, and even Lady Gaga wouldn’t have been so successful if they hadn’t shocked people by making decisions untainted by others.