Year 1.
I awoke to the sound of four children and very soon they became five. The weather is bright.
A year ago I did the entry report inspection in this new place during a nationwide lockdown. Police stopped me on the move, asking me all sorts of reasons for my whereabouts, warning me about lines crossing and unorthodox car parking.
A year later I’m feeling a mixed bag of emotions, pride, regrets, gratefulness and anxiety intertwined. I don’t feel the need to untangle these in any way. They all make so much sense, sending important signals to self.
This day belongs to children and their friends, the sun is shining, and surrenderring is the only way.
I learned I am more comfortable playing with a soccer than I am with an AFL football. Re-learning the obvious. Seems like a fitting lesson for the day.