Care much?

I can’t even begin to understand all the things I’m supposed to understand.

The world is too big.

There is too much happening.

So you kind of have to choose, don’t you?

People say that if you watch the news it’s too depressing. And it is. But not watching it is worse.

Okay it’s 2016 so when I say “watching the news” I mean reading it, streaming it, listening to it or liking it on social media.

I feel really bad that I am more likely to click on a story about chocolate than Syrian refugees.

One of these stories is easier to stomach than the other.


I hate that we can choose to not know and not care because it’s not about us.

I despise the fact that the lives of some are more valued and news worthy than others based on where they live.

People are people wherever they are.

We have so much to give and so much to be grateful for but ignorance is not only bliss but it helps you sleep at night.

I would like to know more and be able to do more but I’m just me.

I’m doing a spectacular job at being me at the moment though so I’m proud of that.

I’m well. I’m happy. I’m contributing to my own little part of the world.

I don’t know how to fix most of the problems that I do know about let alone all the ones I don’t know about.

But I wish we could be kinder.

I wish the world leaders and possible future leaders gave us hope that things might change for the better.

No advice from me today.

Well maybe a little… choose to care if you can.


We’re just taking it one week at a time…

Oh hell week… How do I hate thee? Let me count the ways.

This is my big crazy work week for the year.

My head is full of gremlins screaming my name and reminding me of all the things that need to be done and all the bad moods, silent treatments and anguish that my colleagues will share with me.

I have a Professional Development session tomorrow after work, I have farm animals and a committee meeting Wednesday and it all culminates with going to work (unpaid) on Saturday where I give my annual report and be as bubbly as a freshly opened bottle of lemonade to 60 strangers.

(This is all on top of the actual teaching and caring for a large group of 4 year olds that my job description dictates.)

This is the week that saw me end up in the nut house a few years ago.

I don’t yet know half the things that can and will go wrong.

There will be surprises and Transition Statements to chase up and an Emergency Management Plan that I need to finalise and send off too.

Sooooooo… Come at me with distractions please.

Come at me with chocolate and coffee.

Come at me with kindness please and patience and good thoughts.

Another thing that I know is that my hell week will not be like the coming week for those around the world affected by terrorists and their weapons.

My week will drain my brain but leave me and my family safe.

This week I’m asking for your support but I’m also going to give it.

I’ll be giving it to the children at my work and their families who because of the actions of a few awful individuals in Paris will find themselves falling under a general umbrella of hate.

My beautiful friend who gets stared at wearing her hijab wasn’t in Paris on Friday 13th November but she will hear the murmurs and be glared at because of the actions of a few who claim to share her religion.

The mother of one of the girls in my class is coming in to measure me for a gold dress she wants to make me. Why? I don’t know but I know that it’s a form of kindness and I’ll along with it. Every conversation we have finishes with Inshallah or Allah willing.

So Inshallah, God willing, fingers crossed and with a lot of luck that we all get through this week together.


Train of thought…

“Everyone on this train is different, with a different life, a different story. Just like you.

But you’re all here together, sharing the ride.

That means you need to think about each other for a moment.

Nothing deep and meaningful, just a quick thought about whether or not you’re sharing your music with someone who really doesn’t want to hear it.

Or if someone needs a seat more than you.

Or maybe you’ve drifted off and put your feet on the seat without thinking about the person who might be too scared to ask you to move them.

That little thought can make a big difference to everyone here, including you.”

The above message was displayed in a rather sexy font on a train I caught yesterday on the way to the footy in Perth.

(We will not be mentioning the footy or my teams appalling performance again.)

It made me think. Firstly what a nice way to remind people of how to behave on public transport.

Secondly is how this applies to life.

We’re all here together. Let’s make a small effort to think of others not just ourselves.

We used to be more considerate I think.

We used to think of others before ourselves.

But maybe not so much now.

It’s all about being served first.

Having the best/most.

Letting everyone know when you weren’t served first and why it’s not fair.

Anyone with a 5 year old will be able to tell you that life’s not fair. It’s not meant to be. It never will be.

And that’s why we need to think of others.