Most people who know me, know that my kindred spirit as a child was Bugs Bunny; the overconfident rabbit. I would insist on only hiring Bug's cartoons on video night, and at 25, flew to Adelaide to see the Bug's Bunny on broadway concert. Often in my life when things aren't working out, I still ponder the Bug's reaction.
My reactive style has caused me a lot of issues: I have kept my business ideas alive when I could not afford to, and when everyone told me not too; I have quit a permanent, high paying government managers role because I felt my soul was being crushed. And even when some people consider me a brave romantic, the pragmatic side of me just screams havoc. Nevertheless I want a picture in my bedroom of Taz and Bug's holding hands.
Yesterday morning was freezing. I woke up, jumped into three layers and headed to the Barefoot for family Saturday. After an hour, my weak ankles were frozen, so I left and headed home. Finally realising that the my unit was no longer homely because of the cold, and this was reducing my work speed, I headed to the shops to buy a heater.
I bought my heater and headed to my grandma's house for a drop in visit. She returned my Wii and issued a challenge to find a soy custard recipe. On the way home I met up with Mum and her best friend for a coffee at the Borough. With my short ristretto, I received an unsolicited life lesson. Again people pushing me to sit back and take things in; another redirection from my preferred Bug's approach.
Home again, this time warm and cosy, I snuggled up with a DVD and prepared to cook a roast. When I went to the shops to get meat, I went with a new presence. This feeling that something was alive inside me again. And I could do anything.
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