A coffee to go in my hand, living my life on the go, as I walk down Flinder Street on my day of work from the office, I find myself reflecting on this life post Covid and the sea of change that’s washed me ashore on this side of the forties.
Corporate world has found a way to make hybrid work for us, as single parents like me hustle through, making the best of both worlds, often grateful that I can still cook pancakes for breakfast, and make time to walk them to their class, holding hands, mesmerized by their stories and plans.
Stuck between a diagnosis of perimenopause and excessive estrogen, I still find my solace in running, but I miss the slow pace and treasure of solitude of Covid times.
I think the time to slow down and reflect gave us all a chance to really find ourselves, and I think my flex has been that I learnt to run in the storm, as the rain pelted down on my face, the force of it blinding me, and the cold wind making my stomach go numb. But I learnt to run through that storm with enthusiasm, because sometimes the only way to get through a storm is to go through it.
Living like a nomad, with my roots in those I love, it doesn’t really matter where I will end up, as I know I am surrounded by love, admiration and success and that’s more than what religion, community or patriarchy could ever have offered.
So, I walk on by, from milestone to milestone, leaving behind those that doubt, despair and destroy the last vestiges of connection, for I never became who they want me to be, becoming this woman I always wanted to be!
I Love Me 