Gosh, this year has been a big one!
Wednesday 14th Oct
Our family started in celebrating new years in Port Melbourne, flew to Bali for a holiday and arrived home weeks before the worst of the pandemic hit. In May, Steve was made redundant and I came off the last of my mood stabilizer medication. Steve found a better job, and voila I came good too. But by then the 'rona had come of course.
The oddest part of telling myself for ten years how amazing being "normal" would be is undoubtedly the fact that as soon as I arrived at "normal" a global pandemic hit. Then the economy shit itself, we had to talk to our parents via messenger and life as we knew it changed for god knows how long. 😱 I really didn't know if I'd cope with all the curve balls. Then Dad got sick and was in hospital and we weren't allowed to visit. And I went back to work.
Each step of the way I wasn't convinced I'd "make it". But I thought I better try anyway. And it was hard and there were sad days but I still managed to give up bad habits and work on my nutrition. Steve is re employed in a better job. I ended up with a job and an internship. Dad got better. We started adapting to the "new normal" (masks and all).
I began to realise though that though my version of hard was difficult it was nothing compared to some. Yesterday I spoke to our friend The Balian Jero Manik and our friend and driver too Putu Artha Baliguide. We also talk to Jem Sadi everyday. Things are so hard on the island.
People who live alone are starving... literally crying hungry. Some, offering to sell their beloved pets for rice. What kind of world is this? I have heard all the stories and felt all the despair and tears. I am actually sending 150kgs of rice to a village this week and still, I know it is no where near enough.
For a few days I slumped under the enormity. I felt depressed and overwhelmed. I told my husband and best friend I was struggling and going downhill and "there was nothing I could do." But then it occurred to me that me hitting the wall again out of sadness would be so counter- productive; for me, for my family and for my friends in Bali.
Just because I can't save the whole island doesn't mean I can't make a difference. So I have committed to raising funds for Bali-Hope to bring much needed resources back to the community that needs it most. My birthday is in just over two weeks and I've decided to walk 42.2kms (the equivalent of a full marathon) to raise money for this incredible charity. I know what it's like to struggle to make ends meet. I can't imagine the feeling of doing it in a country with no welfare as a safety net.
My target is to raise $1500 by my birthday to get the essentials required for Bali-Hopes work. If I beat that target I will walk 50kms that day which is 15kms more than I've ever walked in a stretch in my life. To do this during restrictions will be hard, and on my birthday maybe a bit crazy.
But I need to move the pendulum forward and keep on adventuring, never losing sight of the world I want to live in. It's up to us to create it after all. It's 2020 and although things are hard, I don't believe for a second that anyone in a community anywhere, ever, should have to sell their pet for a bag of rice. I struggled to tell Ted he couldn't go to school but looking in my child's face if they hadn't had enough to eat... I can't. So I'll walk and keep on walking. One foot in front of the other, towards a world I can feel happier living in.
Would love your support.