In the western world, many of us are so well fed, looked after, medically treated and rich, that my peers and I will live at least 25 years longer than we thought we would. I’m turning 100 – not anytime soon, but in half a century I will, definitely.
When I returned to looking at my two computer screens for at least six hours per working day after a holiday in Far North Queensland, I wanted to keep the peace and calm of the holidays with me, and not get caught up in, and overwhelmed by the massive workload that awaited me.
When I grew up I was taught to always follow my heart. This felt like perfect advice. And I followed my heart, or so I thought. As I believed I was listening to what my heart told me, what I really followed were my emotions.
Professionally caring for the well-being of others, I consciously have to action caring for myself. Early this month I began a little project: for my own well-being, I make a drawing a day. I relax when I draw. For thirty minutes to an hour, I focus on shape and colour; on emptiness and space. Drawing […]
I have been Doing a lot lately. I managed a relocation from Sydney to Canberra in March. I furnished a new house. I’ve familiarised myself with a new environment. I have studied hard to finish a HR Management course in April. I was in the Doing for a long time.
The day before yesterday I received the news: ‘Congratulations on completing your Diploma of Human Resources Management!’
I live in Canberra now. I love it. The streets are wide. The air is fresh. The landscape is natural. The colours are brown, grey, green and light blue. My village is small. I went grocery shopping yesterday and was loving the smaller scale of everything here, compared to Sydney.