In September 2015 this man was my emergency services trick question. In an effort to see if I was suffering from concussion or had a brain injury. Of course I got it wrong as they gleefully informed me Malcolm Turnbull had just rolled Tony Abbott for PM of Australia. So we both were both having pretty huge days for very different reasons. Part of my recovery was interlinked with his progress. Like when he celebrated one year in the job and then two.
His milestones gave me markers of my own and distance from the accident. Helping me both to look back seeing improvement, with the assistance of prospective and to look forward too see whats possible. Can I challenge myself to leap forward or is it time to put in a little self care and stabilise the platform I’m standing on before launching again.
He had moments of triumph and rode the crest of hard work paying off. He also ran into road blocks, some of his own doing and others were EXTERNAL (Abbott)! It felt in a way a very connected journey from our date in September. Now his path goes on a very different direction much as mine did nearly three years ago. Hopefully like me he’ll find while change is tough at times. Beauty can be found even in the darkest places and the sun will rise in the morning as a new day begins. Time to stand back up and find a way to see the scars of life in the mirror, have given me the strength to endure not the weight to be torn down. Be the best you can be that day no matter what shape that takes.
So in a weird way thank you Malcolm for giving me the gift of marching time when I had lost mine and I’m sorry we won’t be sharing our three year anniversary soon.
