Hey, hey, hey reader of mine! How’s tricks?
It’s been a while since I last wrote to you. I hope you have survived without me. My absence is legit. I can get a note from my parents if you don’t believe me.
As you know from a few of my more melodramatic posts of late, this year has not been a lie on the couch watching soapies kind of year for me.
To say the past few weeks have been a rollercoaster ride is an understatement. If my life was a rollercoaster it’s one that got stuck for yonks, fell apart, got knocked off its hinges and rolled down the mountain maiming show folk left, right and centre. I’m not exaggerating.
BUT at the focus of the maelstrom was my beautiful daughter, Natasha, who recently turned eighteen. It seems 18 is the new 21 these days. In Australia at least. I guess it’s the equivalent of a rite of passage, a coming of age.
So Tashi and I have been planning this occasion for, like, everrr. I won’t go into too much details as I’m still recovering (tired, so tired) needless to say that she smiled for three days straight during The Big Weekend and she still has another weekend away with her friends to look forward to. You can check out the pictures on her blog. She’s such a shy thing. Don’t blame me. I’m just her mum.
Anyways… back to you: I will write something profound and useful about rites of passage or something like that shortly, but for now I’m going to snuggle up with a hot chocolate and a book and think about not planning big things for a while… hmm, just remembered she graduates high school in a month or so, so it’s a lull before the storm I guess. Still, I love my princess mucho-maxo.
P.S. I almost forgot. Here’s the latest instalment on the Get Your Life On course. Oops. My bad?
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