It's been a while ...


I had to make two attempts at logging in this morning ... my password almost forgotten.

It has been one of those years.  So full of mistakes and sadness although, if I learn from it all, perhaps I can already begin to re-frame it positively.  Lessons learned so far ... perhaps.

I have learned about running a business.  My own.

I have learned about taking care of my body.  That anemia.

I have learned about boundaries.  By making myself far too responsible for everyone else.

And so it is that I am living in another not-my-own country, after having to accept that my Belgian bloke had simply stopped loving me.

The break-up has taken most of this year to unfold.  Slowly, but surely, the loss and the sadness that accompanies this kind of experience has silenced me here.

Silenced me because ... long ago, back in the land of stoic people, I was told to leave my grandma's funeral service because my tears were upsetting everyone else.  It turns out that sometimes we can only hold ourselves together as long as no one else breaks. 

My first public speaking experience happened at my mother's funeral, many years later.  My baby brother was heartbroken, and seeing his heart breaking directly in front of me, I stopped to admonish him with a, Kim!  Stop it!  ... echoing that experience from so long ago.

Doing that terrible thing to my brother, the one who loved Mum so very much, gifted me the ability to finish the speech I still had to make about her.

So it is that I have woven my way through 2015, sure that sympathy was the last thing I wanted, or could stand.  I wanted ... no, I needed that stoicism to carry me through.

Just to complicate things, I also wanted to keep attempting to take care of my people as the marriage wound down because taking care of people is a huge part of my reason for being ... I learned. 

I came to see that I loved making sure that breakfast was right for all those who passed through on those crazy chaotic mornings.   I loved doing all that home and family stuff, despite sighing quite often and complaining of my time being lost.  I loved those days when I took Miss 11 to and from school, talking the whole way.   And even as I despaired about the mess that appeared everyday in our 3-storey, pippi-longstocking-house, I was also loving that I could fix everything and make it beautiful again.  Well ... cosy.

Laundry would pile up like it had been sprinkled with Jack and the Beanstalk growth hormones and dishes were a constant.  But I loved the smell of the laundry straight off the clothesline during the long summer we just had.  And the sight of our varnished wooden kitchen bench, clear of dishes, did my soul good.

I have always loved wandering but I learned that I also love coming home.  I love meeting new people and living in other cultures but I adore the warmth (and chaos) of family and close friends ... and belonging. 

So the gate-climbing Diane has climbed the gate again.  Actually, no, I was assisted this time.  And when I looked back ... the gate was gone. 

There's no going back.

This is my first blog post, giving you a sense of what has been happening, and an attempt at explaining why my business has been neglected for so many months. 

I'm 'in process' over in England ...  I have really good friends, all over the world, and their kindness had almost undone me ... so many times.

Kim and Andy picked me up and are currently in the process of dusting me off and setting me back on my way again.  I'm living with them while I work out how to move forward. Yesterday it was recruiting agencies in town and exploring the Situation Vacant in the newspaper here.  Today my photography is calling me back, reminding me it's that thing that I love.

So I am sure you will hear more about these remarkable people as I blog my way through.  Even this post is a massive break-through.  Perhaps I'm returning. 

And I realised ... I would quite like to share this unexpected journey with you.