Today marks 5 years since I began this blog. Wow. This blog reflects on my life in milestones over the last 9 years.
Why 9 years? Actually, it’s 9 years 3 months. Since I met my DH (Darling Husband). So much has happened since that time!
7 years 9 months since I was proposed to. 7 years and one month since I moved to Queensland. 7 years since we married.
7 years since I met some wonderful friends in QLD, forgoing my usual diffidence to make some lovely, ongoing connections.
7 years and 1 month since I began my singing teaching and consulting business. And 7 years since I’ve successfully maintained it. 7 years since I met our accountant. Who is awesome.
6 years since I started working as a sessional lecturer.
6 years since my son began dating his current girlfriend.
It’s 5 years 9 months since I began my PhD. 22 months since I went part-time. 1 month, 5 days since I submitted it and 10 days until assessors’ reports are due back (nervous, much?).
5 years, 9 months since I made 2 dear friends (RD and LG), sharing an office and solving the world’s music and education problems together.
3 years, 3 months since DH and I bought our first home together.
3 years since I started 1-2-1 singing teaching in Musical Theatre at the Qld Con.
2 years, 6 months since Boots the Beagle was killed outside our busy road.
2 years, 2 months since I went on a health jag and lost a truck load of weight. 1 year since I started copping out and putting it all back on again!
2 years since Poppy the Groodle was born and we adopted her into our lives.
18 months since I bought my new car.
1 year 3 months since my daughter came out to me as transgender.
1 year since I left Facebook.
10 months since my daughter came to live with us.
8 months since we decided to try and improve our house.
2 months since we got the money to do something about our house.
5 years of writing my thoughts in this blog. 19402 views, 192 comments, 122 followers. I curate my thoughts, you know. There’s plenty I don’t tell you, can’t tell and won’t ever tell you. But to my followers and friends who read this, thank you for your lovely words and gentle encouragement over the years as I wrangled my way through my PhD and many life issues throwing up the usual bum steers. You’ve been a wonderful audience.
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