The Choice update/clue

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Wow so exciting, The Choice has reached a new mile stone. 20,000 words is no small feat. Who cares if I have not slept…..Clue time……

In the photo below is a clue to the book. I will never tell you but when you read it you might just figure it out….. Then have an A HA! moment. Good luck!

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Back to the grind

Well, today I have a meeting with Ross Hart mp. I was really not to sure how this was really going to go. I did not know what to expect as an out come of this meeting. People might ask why? Labor is not in power at this time in Australia. Yes that is correct, but if you want something to change you go to someone who has the same values. I am beyond a Labor supporter in fact some might call me a socialist in my political leanings.

So lets get down to the meat of what happened. I am a person who can tell the type of person you are within a few minutes. First I judge your handshake, then how you talk with me not at me, then I judge the time you spent and last the promises you give. So let work through those with Mr. Hart and my meeting with him. I was greeted by his staff member Laura. She was a very nice and kind young lady. I might want to point out the Cis-gaze was the only issue with her. But to be honest it did not affect the way she treated me. She asked if I would like a water or coffee. I gladly took the offer of water. If you know me then you know my reasons for accepting water. It was served to me in a glass and was cold. Very refreshing and got the tick of my “Okay I might be listened to”. First impressions are important.
I waited for a few minutes but not to many to say that it was long. After all I was early, prompt means before the appointment time. Our time to meet was at 10am Mr. Hart at 9:55am came out of the meeting door. I was greeted warmly and with a firm but not overly masculine. In case you don’t know women shake hands differently than men. He even kindly opened the door to the meeting room for me and allowed me to enter in first. This was important to me, if you respect me I will give you all the respect you are due.
We began our conversation and I think he was not really expecting me to be like I am. He did start with what I did expected, the party line. To be honest if I was not a supporter of Labor I would not have been in his office. The party line is okay and here is why. If you don’t know where the common ground is you need to establish it. I did interrupt and change the need for him top continue his party line because I already knew it. We started to get down to the issues. After a few minutes I think I was able to express my issues clearly. He was kind and genuine in his responses. He kept clear eye contact. Let me tell you this as a Transwoman I have learned eye contact on a level I never wanted to. I have been in countless interviews where the interviewer cannot take the time to keep eye contact with me. I know at that point I don’t have the job. Mr. Hart did not have this problem the whole time direct eye contact was kept. Next we need to look at the promises that were given. Let be honest if you are going to tell me that you are going to try to help. I will hold you to it. He told me that he had a few contact at the Uni and my skills might be useful to them. Well we will see, to be honest I have heard this before. He asked for my Resume’ so I gave him my current one and we will see what happens next.
There are few things about time in a business settings. If you have to make appointments keep them in a reasonable time frame. Don’t make an appointment for 10am because you are a busy person and then talk to me for 2-3 hours. Mr. Hart did not let me down in that aspect. When we did have a good about of time to talk it was not beyond reason. I count that as a good thing.
Next he asked me to keep in touch with him. He did this 2 or 3 times and to me that means a lot. As I felt like it was sincere. We also talked about my writing and how it was going as well. This was important to me as my writing is a big part of me now. As our meeting ended within a reasonable time frame. He once again opened the door and we continued our conversation as he walked me out.

So where does this leave me……..hopeful. People need to know that single parents are doing it so very hard. Drop by drop our support to get out of our holes is getting harder. Then toss in the fact that being Transgender is the elephant in the room makes it ten times harder. I will agree to disagree with Labor on the Private Hospital expanse at the LGH. My reason for this is very simple it does not support one single lower income family. I at this time will not be able to benefit from this idea and I can’t see it helping my family as a whole and that includes my Ex (gulp). But maybe I am missing the bigger picture. But what I see is from a socialist view point where others less fortunate needs to be helped first.

I want to add in closing something that really broke my heart. It has nothing to do with Mr. Hart. As I was walking to his office, I for the first time in many many years saw a man sleeping in a door way on the cold concrete. I was so upset that I did not have 10 dollars to give him for a breakfast. I know he did not ask because he was still asleep. But it did not change my desire to lift someone who had it worse than I did. Because I don’t have any extra money could not help or else I would have…….Yet we waste as a government countless dollars on useless shit and give raises to those who don’t need it. While we rob the poor and disadvantaged to give tax breaks to big businesses.  All I could think about was the time when I was him. It still is breaking my heart as I write this……

Hey have a nice day and if you can help someone who is in need, thanks……

CHANGE IS GOOD

About three years ago I was thrust from a very large home into a small home with three children. In doing so I needed to rethink what was important. What could I live without, what could I give away. In most of today’s world we tend to think that the person who dies with the most toys wins.
I set out to try to prove to myself that I really did not need all that junk. My mother was a horder and my ex was a horder with style. When we left it was time to take charge of our life in out smaller home. We started doing toy culls, if you have not played with it for 12 months it’s time to go. So I also started to look at clothing the same way. Well that does not work with me because I have a big problem. My weight goes up and down all the time and I am not talking about a small movement I am talking about 20-30kg. So what I needed to do is to find a solution to no be a horder but at the same not waste money when my weight moves again. So I started to sort the clothes by sizes and store them away for when I need them. Style police be damned….

Then I went into the dishes. My ex was shocking to many different styles. Plates for guests and holidays, normal plates, and grab and go plates. Do my head in, if you can’t handle enjoying a meal I cooked by eating it off normal plates you my friend in the wrong house. I only have one set of plates, glasses, and flatware. Goodbye to the clutter.

Next Towels, there is a towel for everyone, a washcloth and a hand towel as well. I also looked at the issues of towels for swimming okay we have a couple of beach towels as well.

Then we needed to look at sheets. Oh….. the mountains of sheets that my ex had. Ones for winter and ones for summers, Ones in this style and ones in that style, and last but not least colours and patterns. At some point what you need to see that all that is needed to 2 per bed. Simple not to hard to understand make the colours something you can live with for a long time. When you wash one put the other one on.

Shoes, I am a failure at that but i try to keep it simple…..Try

Thats really it to a simple fact….. cut what you can do without. After all do you really need tons of different table cloths. I think not….

BTW good luck give it a try.

Leaves update

Well here it is just so you know how close the next book is. Though right now I am also doing something crazy while facing down the barrel of Leaves wanting to be finished. I have chosen to stop drinking fizzy. OMG the headaches and my tummy is also turning over and over. Well 50,000 words is nothing to shrug at. There was also a big edit done to it as well. I cemented a good part of the book ready for my editor.

 

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