Dearest friends, family, nefarious internet buddies and so forth,
This year, as last year, I wanted to give a gift to the the collective you – the multitude of great people in my life who inspire, inform, support, love and entertain me.
And so, as last year, I’ve given a little money to a number of the causes you’ve been most passionate and vocal about throughout the year. (This year, you’ve been so passionate and vocal about so many things that it was more difficult than ever to come up with a shortlist.) In no particular order:
The Refugee Council of Australia (refugee advocacy), Bibbulmun Track Foundation (maintaining the walking trail from Perth to Albany), Equal Love (marriage rights), Birds Australia (conservation & education), BeyondBlue (mental health), UNIFEM (violence against women), 350.org (climate change).
Thank you for everything you’ve done this year to make our planet a little healthier, happier, fairer or featherier.
I’m still in the middle of the great brain experiment. I’m going to persist with 150mg of Sertraline a day for the next month and reassess at the end of it. Right now, it’s making me dopey as all hell, and isn’t doing much for the pre-menstrual merry-go-round of general anxiety, social anxiety and depression. However, aside from the PMDD phase, it seems to be a step in the right direction. (I actually typed ‘depression’ instead of ‘direction’ there and fixed it on an edit – what are you trying to tell me, brain?)
Right now, I’m feeling exhausted and negative about the whole thing and am at the point where in the past I’ve tended to say ‘I can’t do this anymore’ and give up, but I intend to push through this time and see if it’s possible to find an optimal treatment.
Christmas…there’s something I’ve been wanting to do for years, but have been worried about coming across as terribly self-righteous or critical of other people’s choices, which isn’t my intention at all. It’s this: I am happy to announce that I am not sending physical cards out again this year. And I am not going on the Annual Shopping Ordeal (I hate shopping) to find Arbitrary Stuff to give to people as Meaningful Presents.
I have ordered my parents some prints of my art which I will frame for them. Portable Dave, you can have a voucher to spend on whatever you will most use and enjoy – let me know what that might be. Everyone else: I will bake, give away my art and craft, take cuttings from my garden, maybe put them in little terrarium jars to give away, and distribute the abundance of eggs from my chickens. I will cook for you, draw for you, love you and hug you. (Some of these things may be delivered a little late, as I know quite a lot of people.) I may donate a goat or some ducks to charity in your honour. If you have any special requests, let me know, as I do like to give things that are wanted. But I will not angst about buying you plastic things and wrapping them in shiny paper for you to throw away.
The Tame Chicken
The chicken called Boomer is super-tame now and allows me to pick her up. All of my chicken-related dreams have come true.
The Seeing of You
There will be another Open House Day at my place in the near future, so long as I don’t go completely crazy or something. Oh wait.