Pissed Post Revisited

6th January 2017. Sitting at my desk in our house on Arramagong Street, Barooga NSW.

That was my last Pissed Post. Not that I haven't imbibed since then (I wish). But I haven't had cause to write about it specifically.

Reading that post today, wow. How far we have come. And yet how far we have not. We are still penny pinching. We are still living one day to the next. I am still struggling, but yet still loving being a father and a husband who is home each and every night.

I may not be perfect, but in terms of how I see my life progressing - this is perfection for me. We need to keep this family together, pure and simple. It's not easy getting a new job right now, but I'll be damned if I'm going to accept FIFO. Even if the 4/3 roster is appealing. That is going to be a last resort.

It ain't easy to type with a hazy head.

6th January 2017 to 30th September 2019. 2.75 years hence. A lot of water under the bridge, but the challenges remain the same.

Have I yet more to learn on this topic that until now has evaded me? Darcel would likely say yes. My most ardent supporter, my teacher, my mentor, my friend. But I suspect she is a little hazy-eyed too. And yeah, there's the part where I think she is bat-shit crazy about all this past-life, reason-for-being, who-you-really-are stuff. Or maybe my soul is just too immature to accept it.

We'll see. I wrote a significant amount of preparatory work on my interview for this coming Wednesday. I think I am putting my absolute best foot forward. I am wary of being too optimistic, but I do believe the tide is turning....