In terms of ‘wokeness’, also known in conventional circles as respecting cultural diversity, flying a flag is pretty much level 1 on the Richter Scale. Some institutions fly their flags, say the acknowledgments and wear the pins and are still hopeless. But hey, at least they’re giving it a crack.
They don’t tell you about the brain fog. You do everyone right – eat well, exercise, sleep – but your brain doesn’t focus.
When my mum was the age I am now, she started going to the gym. She really enjoyed it. Despite already having a physical job – she was a school cleaner – she loved doing weights and cardio. I was in my early twenties and a few times I’d go along with her, but I wasn’t into it – probably too busy with my new boyfriend – and looking back didn’t really support her journey.
So I’m now officially at the half-way point of my #Countdownto50. Holy! That came around much more quickly than I realised. We all say that though don’t we?
Last night was one of the best nights I’ve had. For the first time – YES! THE FIRST TIME – I saw the Tiddas perform. They performed as part of a special tour with Archie Roach releasing the album … They performed back-up for him for the majority of the concert and were fantastic, and then they did a solo set of Inside My Kitchen and Anthem.
This time last Sunday I completed my very first run of 5 kilometres at the University of Queensland Twilight Run. I was running as part of the #ISeeDeadlyPeople team with some of the other Brisbane Deadly Runners crew.
I grew up with a very practical Mum – loving, caring, hardworking, realistic, no frills. I don’t really remember her as someone who would wear a lot of make-up or jewellery. She was a school cleaner for most of my childhood so she spent most of the time in ‘serviceable’ (her words) clothes.
Often, to function, my brain needs my body to be outside and my feet on grass.
Last night I cried. I sat on the edge of my bed and cried. I think I needed it.
Yesterday morning I tweeted my plans for the weekend …