Tomorrow is my birthday, and I feel like a bit of consolidation of my life is in order.
I have finally accepted that the whole WA thing is not going to work out, and am ready to let it go and move on. While I'm not leaving just yet (I don't have a job to go to, after all!), in my heart and mind I am distancing myself and moving away from this place. It's sad, but you know, life is for learning. And I have learned that living by the beach is not, on its own, enough to make me happy.
I had high hopes for 2013, I admit, especially after the utter train-wreck that was 2012. The first quarter of the year wasn't too bad, but soon after we returned from Canada it all went a bit pear-shaped, with my Dad's widow dying of cancer in April, and then the total shit-storm that was dealing with her (recently changed) will, and all the step-family DRAMAS leading up to the 12-month anniversary of my Dad's death. The silver lining of that cloud was a renewed appreciation for my blood family, though. Dad's siblings gave me staunch support throughout, which was very much appreciated.
Then I didn't get the job I'd been acting in for 18 months. Which wasn't actually a surprise, given the environment I was working in, and the political situation with my manager. I could really sympathise with Julia Gillard when she got the boot from the Labor party. Just as capable of doing the job as her successor, but ousted for political reasons, the crap she has had to endure inevitably means that the position will be much easier for the next woman in the job. And the whole thing was just so UNFAIR - for both of us!
Yet somehow, in spite of all this, I feel that there is a light at the end of the 2013 tunnel. I'm not quite sure what it looks like just yet, but I'm pretty sure it looks nothing like WA! I'll let you know when I get there.
