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When will we move on?

This week there has been a lot of discussion about transgender in the wake of Trump announcing that transgender people would be denied the right to join the armed forces in the US. Of course, as Trump is wont to do, he didn't actually consult the powers that be in the military about his decision and they have come out overwhelmingly in opposition to this statement.

On social media there is general outrage. Everything from outright condemnation to discussions about whether or not supportive parents are encouraging their children to become transgender by supporting gender role play in young children - encouraging a girl to 'become' a boy because she is a 'tomboy' who wants to play with 'boy' things, cut her hair short, and be called a boy name. This latter debate assumes there is no such thing as gender dysphoria.

My response is 'Ugh, when will we move past this and accept that gender, sexual orientation, and sexual attraction is not binary, or even trina…

Christmas planning...

It's not August yet, Bryn's birthday is still over two weeks away, but I've already started thinking about Christmas.

I was looking at Christmas trees online the other day. Our fibre optic tree faded and I chucked it in a skip in January last year with the plan to get another one before last Christmas - and then I promptly forgot, which meant in late November when I went to get the tree out of the garage, I couldn't find it anywhere. Now, considering the scale at which we had stuffed the garage, that in itself wasn't surprising, however when a thorough search yielded nothing I suddenly remember myself shotput flinging it in its box over the edge of the skip. I got a couple of trees from a friend who was moving, but in the end they were both too short for our family and we ended up getting MIL's old tree (which I swear was our old tree from before the optic fibre tree). That tree needed a string of lights and I refused to buy the things because of that one time …

Struggling with sugar addiction...

I was doing so well for so long.

This year has been a problem though and I don't know why. At the beginning of the year I was pretty stressed, what with the confrontation of withdrawing from the PhD, the major argument with mum, and the pre-employment course which meant I was going to seriously be looking for a job again.

Of course, I then got the job, which was a massive surprise, but a good one. The relief of the extra income has been enormous and has taken a huge stressor out of my life. At the same time, settling into the job, finding my place, and feeling confident has been stressful over the past three months, but I feel I'm getting a handle on it now.

Okay, so maybe I do know why I've been struggling with my sugar addiction. Still, it's weird, because I'm the happiest I've been in years, many, many years.

And yet, I've put on 15kg (or more) this year so far. Fifteen kilos in just seven months. It is really beginning to show now, too. The upper belly …

Stock take...

I've just realised I've been working full time for three months now. I have never worked full time for this long. That probably sounds strange considering I'm 45 years old, but during the past 27 years of my adulthood I've studied and/or parented babies, so not so surprising really. I'm very grateful to have this job, and to have pretty much walked into a full time job with so much freedom. I have full autonomy in this position, as long as I keep producing the goods.

So, what have I achieved so far? Well, I've put Vision Australia in the north and west of Melbourne in contact with all ten councils in our region, and attended several disability network meetings representing the organisation. I've been offered the vice president role of a board within one of the councils. I've put us in contact with several organisations besides. I've established on new activity out of the centre and have two others in the pipeline. I've taken stock of current cli…

All the ergonomic furniture...

I am highly aware that sitting at a desk for hours and hours a detrimental to a person's health. Our workplace encourages people to get up frequently throughout the day and walk around. It is actually hard doing this without feeling like it is somehow cheating. As it is, I get into work just before 7.30am so I can leave by 3.30pm. I don't mind getting to work that early because it's quiet and I can get a lot done. Some days it gets quite noisy in this open plan office, days when most of the staff don't have outside appointments.

So, getting up and being seen to not be working feels a bit cheeky, even though we're encouraged to do this. Wednesday was a 'stress down' day, so we had a morning tea - something that isn't infrequent because we also do morning or afternoon teas to farewell staff or to celebrate work anniversaries. We had five minute massages at our desks. Thursday is, of course, our weekly corporate massage day. I wasn't able to have a mas…

Skipping, skipping...

I've booked my final skip - for this year, anyway, and hopefully for many years to come.

It's a big 6 square footer. I don't want to get caught out, like I did last time. We have a mass of stuff sitting in the garage. The biggest part is stuff to be donated. Dave has two weeks to do this. It is solely up to him because he drives, and he is more driven to donation than I am. Like a true thoughtless consumer, I'd probably just chuck it all - though I can see the benefit of donating. I could also put stuff on free cycle and I might yet do that next weekend if he hasn't moved most of it. That will be contingent on people picking up by the end of the weekend though. Dave wouldn't be impressed if I asked him to stay home and wait for people to pick stuff up during the week.

Whatever is left over is going in the skip.

Yay, I can't wait for this to be done.

I'm so excited at the prospect of having so much less to pack. And this is probably a good thing, because…