It’s been a real transitional year, can’t say I have much time for social media currently. I think with my Mum in aged care and a lot of positive things otherwise you need to just get out of the bubble. Some people say you should have more, more clout, more this and more that but things are not like they used to be.

A lot of the illegal graffiti scene is just going nuts and nobody cares anymore. The gloves are off. Spots are hammered. Respect is gone and nobody knows anything anymore. That’s the positive side anyway. Then it just gets worse. I am not complaining because that’s just how it is. The world is a mess but it’s not a new thing. Just the masks are off.

Yet what a year. I am happy where I am because so far it is closed off from the madness. I am not in the inner west or any hot spots. I am just surrounded by active wear and I can live with that. The meth heads are doing what they do. The nights are colder. The baristas are on alert. I am just in a state of hibernation.

When I went overseas I think I realised I didn’t really need more things to pay attention to. I needed less but I am grateful I got to switch into full stimulation mode. Yet it is tiring after a while. I think I need a holiday from my holiday. Things will settle. I think more, more and more and realise that things happen in their own time. I never push.