One of the reasons I haven't written here for a while is that my perfectionistic tendencies have shown up strongly. I want to meet a high standard. Another reason is that I have been mired in indecision about my next life stage: do I pursue yet more travel, or something more responsible, like investing in shares?
Life feels messy as ever, and I try to be my own psychologist and tidy up the clutter of my mind through these blogposts, but doing so publicly means that there is always a defensive filter.
I agree with those who maintain that trying to be a good writer while not being a good reader is going to produce disappointing results. I've been reading a little bit more lately, and this seems to provide fuel for my creative fire.
I've also been trying to appreciate Sydney through the eyes of a local - meeting up with new people, making a habit of going to the beach and drinking in the ambiance, and I've decided to invest in soundproofing my bedroom (to make my home a more comfortable environment).
Two evenings ago I was waiting for mum by the car at Coogee Oval (a large space where sports events are often held), when I decided to take a selfie. Just as I was getting into it, a car's backlights illuminated me in a warm red colour. I grinned, and took three photos. This one is my favourite:
Sydney provides plenty of what I need to live a good life. It's not perfect, but neither is anyplace else. There are things about it that are rare and precious, like its brand of multiculturalism. There are things which are enabling and encouraging, like its green spaces, user-friendly streets, clean water, fresh air, accessible education system and world-leading medical care. I have decided that I belong here.
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