Another asylum seeker has died in detention, and I just cannot wrap my head around how Australia let this happen. It puts my own problems into perspective. I need to remember to count my blessings when I feel overwhelmed.
I have enjoyed several weeks of not doing much at all. Well, I'm working as much as I possibly can, but when I'm not at work my activities have consisted mainly of watching Parks and Recreation and trying to finish reading books. That last assignment really took it out of me, though there is only one left, due in October, before I can collect my Grad Dip!
Now however, it is time to plunge back into actually being productive outside of working hours. There is a subject to be studied, research to be done, theatre to rehearse for (for the first time in two years!), job applications to be completed, and manuscripts to tease out into something malleable.
There is also quality time to be spent with people I love, friendships to be cherished, and kindness and compassion to be prioritised. I'm not always very good at those things, but it is important to work towards them all the same, particularly when it feels like the world's gone to hell in a handbasket.
(Oh, and I'm slowly - SLOWLY - learning how to cook more. Yay adulthood.)