The tides keep shifting, don’t they?
Both literally and metaphorically.
A lot of those life-coachey, inspirational-speakey types say that a lot.
You hear them in various incarnations, particularly on the web.
It’s alright if things are shit right now because the tides keep shifting.
The good comes in and goes out.
The bad comes in and comes out.
The tides keep shifting. It’s the nature of things.
Yeah, that’s fine, but the good comes in and goes out again before I can even grasp it. And the bad keeps coming in and coming in until I am up to my knees in it.
What a week I’ve had. I thought I was the only one until I spoke to at least ten other people who are also up to their knees in the bad stuff brought in by the tides.
Some of them are up to their necks in it.
This week my husband was given notice on his shop. Over the rent dispute. The reduction in rent that was accepted by the landlord for over two years but which he now claims he knew nothing about. My husband has to be out by Sunday or pay over a hundred thousand dollars.
Which one would you choose?
So we lose a shop we’ve had for eight years as well as our rental bond of over thirty thousand dollars. And apparently there’s nothing legally we can do.
Fortunately, we’ve found another shop three doors up at cheaper rent so that is a big relief. But it’s still a bitter pill to swallow.
On the same day as the eviction notice we got a letter from the agent who handles our house telling us our rent was going up by fifty bucks a week. Yay. I love living in Sydney.
Then my funding fell through for Uni. It had been granted but fell through on a technicality. It’s a very long tale of bureaucratic inflexibility, shattered dreams and maidens in lacy white gowns jumping from castle parapets, but OH MY GOD I am so disappointed.
One of the saddest equations in the world is
no money=no degree
OMG to the max.
And just when my bruises were beginning to heal from all the imaginary steel-capped boots kicking me at every turn my main employer who I do freelance work for (and have done for the past five years) and is responsible for me being able to pay my rent rang me and said her business is going into receivership and she will have no further work for me.
Gurgle gurgle choke.
That was me swallowing the wave from the tide that refuses to shift. It’s full of sludge, the tops from plastic bottles and the bones of baby angels. No, the bones of baby pixies.
I was feeling all sorry for myself until the woman I do freelance work for (who is one of the loveliest people I know) told me she is going to lose her house because she put it up as collateral when she took out a business loan a few years back. And she doesn’t know where she is going to end up. At age 55.
That tide really needs to start shifting. For all of us.
Until then there is only one thing that will cheer me up.