It was the best of times; it was the worst of times (kind of like 2020)…. I remember this because my mother cited this Charles Dickens quote many times to me, when I was a child. I was very fond of my mother – well that sounds sort of generic… I loved her and she was my universe (that’s why my world fell apart when I lost her at age 23). My bedtime stories were a tad unusual and unique. It was biographies of Cleopatra, Evita Peron, Marie Antoinette, Anne Frank and all the different women in history, whether good or evil. Little did I know at the age of 4, that my mother was preparing me for life as a woman, in a man’s world, trying to save me from a fate like her own. “Always, always take care of yourself. Never, ever look to a man for money and always ensure that you will be able to survive on your own salary, Jenny” My mother said this so many times that I’m sure it’s engraved in my brain and ended up to be my saving grace in life.
I’ve had a bad couple of days. It happens and I am used to it, but still hate it! It’s only a reminder of my brain’s issues and limitations, no matter how hard I try to convince myself I’m fine. Today, I’m starting to feel better and it will take a couple of days for me to get back into my ‘normie’ suit again. OMW, I only realized now, but TBI has a lot in common with the stages of meth addiction!😅 Ah, to get back to the point, I am thinking of my mother, because my oldest daughter asked me to create her first Resume as she is graduating this year. I am of course honored and proud to do it, and am in the process of creating 3 different resume’s…because there are just too many choices of styles, colours and font’s in MS Word! FML!🤣 And of course, my infamous procrastination trait (a shitty side effect like the long-windedness…) I have to blog, before I can proceed with the resume, because…because…because I just have to, ok!
I am trying not to think of the other fantastic brain creation I had yesterday. Because, you know, I am extra special in a special kind of way…I had this idea yesterday to plan a Matric Farewell for my daughter and 2 or 3 of her friends (5 couples at the most). I sympathize with all grade 12’s in this horrible year. It’s their final year of school in a pandemic. They are working their asses off to learn while schools are opening and closing the whole time. The saddest part is that they are missing all traditions associated with one’s final year of school, turning 18 and being accepted as an adult by law. The independence of getting a driver’s licence, the epic shenanigans of celebrating 40 days and then the first real opportunity to wear an evening gown, professional nails, hair and makeup, riding a limo and symbolically saying farewell to school and the ways of a child, taking your first step into the adult world with a night of dining, dancing and life-long friends.😥 I discussed it with my daughter and for the first time after this virus, I can hear the excitement in her voice, looking forward to something again. Knowing my shitty brain, I immediately get onto it and start contacting venues etc. I am on a roll and not even the astronomical prices can break my hype.
And then… one venue’s feedback mentions that the venue closes at 9:30 pm, because curfew is at 10 pm. Curfew! I forgot about it! Since 3 am this morning I have been thinking about ways to work around this…in an affordable manner. I will think of something. I will do this for my daughter. I will do this because of my mother’s guidance, care and love. She would have known how to pull this off! I am feeling positive. With her values, life lessons and even facial features engraved in me, I know that I’ve got this!💪🏼
