Tonight is budget night in Australia, the local equivalent to the president speech on new year in France, or the prime minister speech to the queen in England.
A celebration of the great national achievements – allowing women to protests without being shot and all those things, alongside speech writing chest beating in a chorus of approving hear hears.
And the oh so important business of redistributing tax payers money in a way or another.
Tonight I still have the vivid memory of witnessing Archie Roach, and I will not spoil that privilege with nonsense.
For those with a Spotify account, I made a playlist that pretty much retraces the two sets he sang on that night.
Tonight is a night for beating my own drum, and celebrating myself.
Archie Roach and mothers day weekend have taught me very important lessons.
I have a new exercise routine, that involves swimming laps, a spa, and a sauna.
I watched the sun set over Leanganook.
Small steps.