On finding space during a pandemic

Happy New Year and such!

It's been a while.  I'm the kind of person who needs independent space and time to write, and what Covid has not blessed me with are either of those things.  Our kids - due to choices best for our whanau - have not been at school in almost 6 months.  And Murray mostly works from home for reasons that go beyond the pandemic.  In short, we have all been cooped up in our lovely little home and that is not a conducive situation for me to write in.

Anyhoo.  Murray has gone to work today.  I've taken a few days leave from work for headspace after all the weirdness (and the working-retail-around-Christmas), and Mum is wrangling our children.  Six months with no school and mostly each other for company is not conducive to them not maiming each other.  I'm glad there have been no hospital worthy acts of violence perpetrated, merely small injustices, slights and owies (although I'm sure they would disagree).

A few years ago I tried to Read Virginia Woolf's A Room Of One's Own.  I quit just a chapter in and honestly, I did not bother trying again* even though I felt like a shit feminist in doing so.  I am fussy about my fiction and some books are just not for me even if I appreciate the themes behind them.  My inability to engage with this classic does not render this quote from it any less true:

“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.”

It could not be said better.

For folk like me with busy brains and wide interests** this doesn't just include fiction.

I cannot write anything coherent if I'm:
- Tired
- In pain
- Stressed
- Around other humans
- Under time pressure

With the conditions of the pandemic (combined with other health issues), it's been very rare that these things align for me.

Prior to the pandemic, other than sleeping and watching TV, writing was one of my main outlets for managing my mental health.

Due to the restrictions of lockdowns, and new ways of living created by managing this pandemic, these days my chart looks more like this:

Not only are there more little colourful segments in this pie, but more of them are things I can do when I don't have time to myself.

And that's the key to surviving these crazy times: adapting, diversifying.

This was not a conscious choice I made.  This was just how things naturally evolved for me during this time.  It has only been recently - seeing self-care pie charts on social media - that I realised what I'd actually done***.

The importance of being able to do things that are good for my mental health while with other people is massive.  Not just because of the current situation, but because I'm less resentful of having to be constantly with our kids.  And it's not that I don't love and appreciate our kids.  But it's hard to be a present parent/partner/daughter/insert-role-here when you're struggling to manage your mental health.   Now I have found things I can do with my family that are still good for my mental health, I am able to be more present with them****.  This makes everyone happier.

The kids helping pick up rubbish at the stream AKA: playing.

And it means you discover things that you like that your kids might also like.  Yes, initially forcing the kids to go on walks was tough.  Some days it still is.  But once we got into it we found a bunch of things that Etta really liked (looking for bugs and plants with me) and some that Abby liked (moss).  I had no idea that the kids would actually enjoy doing a rubbish clean up with me until I tried it.  And while Abby is more keen on throwing rocks in the water than picking up rubbish, it's still quality together time while I nature bathe.  And Etta can sing!  Being stuck at home meant I wanted to crack out the old Singstar (we've since upgraded to something that works better on PS5) because singing makes me happy and hot damn!  That girl has some pipes!  It's something we regularly do together now.  We take turns.  She likes her independence as much as her Mama.

But I digress...

While I don't have a room of my own, nor do I have time or resources to use one, I have found other ways to create space for myself.  Not space that helps me write.  But space that helps me manage my self care.  And it's not just a metaphorical space.  I bought a desk.  This desk is not situated in a room that could be considered mine.  It's in our open plan living area next to the dinner table, looking into the kitchen, and out to the front lawn.  But the desk, and everything inside the desk is mine.  I use this desk to paint, to talk to the kids, to consider the mess in the kitchen, to sew buttons back on favourite jerseys, to look out the window.  I do Paint By Numbers because I don't have a room of my own and I like that I don't have to mix my own colours.

My desk.  Huddle's space is next door.

An artist needs money and a room of their own to make art.
A parent needs self-care so they can be present with their kids.

One day I will find space for both.

* Frankly I struggle reading a lot of stuff from this era and earlier unless it's bleakly funny (like Nabokov).  And no, I don't like Jane Austen.  I just don't care enough about rich white ladies and their problems.  Everything is over descriptive and irrelevant.  It's not just the lady writers - I could not get through Lord Of The Rings either with its lengthy descriptions of foliage and made up languages.  Even though some parts are funny, they weren't funny enough to sustain me through all 1137 pages of it.  I'm sorry if that makes me a shit nerd but I truly don't care.

** I discovered there's a word for this: polymath.  It refers specifically to wide knowledge or learning, and while my education revolves around one main area (art), I also have small qualifications in food, retail and judging crafts for CWI.  But in terms of interests and reading I have read extensively about feminism and gender theory, neurology and mental health and woman's health and will a growing passion in mycology, water ecology and growing chilies I expect I'll be able to add them to the list soon too.

*** I highly recommend doing this exercise yourself in whatever visual way works for you.  I found it quite useful actually seeing my things represented like this.  Most people's would include a LOT more social stuff than mine does - as an extroverted introvert though this is quite enough.  My cup is so full from social interaction in the necessities of my daily existence that it's generally unhelpful in terms of my self care.

**** I mean, not all the time, but it's definitely getting better.  Being present is hard for folk with dissociative disorder - but it is totally a skill that can be learned and you can become better at it.

On Just Getting By

So it's been a while.

Four months without blogging is a long time for me.  But I just haven't been able to.  I've started and deleted a bunch of things.  I've thought deeply about topical issues and wanted to share those thoughts, but couldn't articulate them clearly.

But I haven't been able to read either.

Before last week I hadn't finished reading a book* since February.  That's five months without reading.  That's a long time for me.  And again, it's not for lack of wanting to.

I just have no brain.  And while I do have some downtime I'm too exhausted to use it in the ways I usually do.  Murray's epilepsy has been a huge adjustment for us.  Our days are never predictable.  Our workloads fluctuate, but seem always greater than they used to be.  There is no space to process the crazy days.  We just have to trek forward while juggling work, parenting and all the basic household stuff alongside very real and often pressing health needs.  It's exhausting.

And it's no-ones fault.  There's no-one to blame.  Sure, hospital appointment wait times and GP limitations are frustrating, but there are reasons for that**.  We could get mad at our health system, at the government and the lack of services available for folk like us, but frankly it's a waste of energy.  All we can do is live in the now and do the best with what we have.

Instead, I put the little energy I have left toward being grateful.  I am grateful for my education.  I am grateful for the years of therapy I've had before this point.  I am grateful that I have had access to texts and books and people that make all of this easier for me to compute.

Because I'm so tired.  All the time.  This feeling reminds me of being a new Mum.  Not so much a depression, more of a fog.  That feeling of trucking on with little sleep.  Of being physically tapped out.  Of having to learn as I go.  Of letting go.  Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs is what I cling to.  It keeps those feelings of failure at bay.  Being able to be creative and political and engage socially are all top tier things.  And the reality is that at the moment we are struggling to meet those basic needs near the bottom.  Because it's just hard to at this point.  Knowing this allows me to somewhat let go of my ego around art and writing practice.  I am so grateful because that guilt is so futile, and just another thing I'd have no energy to feed.

Our reality is a cycle of struggling to meet the basics.  If I work extra, it helps me feel more financially secure because we can put more away in savings.  And it allows us to put money aside for things to look forward to so life feels more bearable.  But when I do work more, I spend less time with the kids and their behavior starts going sideways.  And then they don't sleep well and wake up with nightmares which starts an energy sucking cycle which affects everyone.  And when we're not well rested, we get run down and sick or (for Murray) have seizures.  And then we can't work and this impacts our finances, so we feel we need to work more...

It's a crazy balancing act.

I am just so grateful for all the support we have for the kids.  To my Mum who not only comes and helps two days a week so I can go to work, but also drops stuff to help out when Murray's unwell.  To both our workplaces who are so understanding in terms of our situation so we both still have jobs and enjoy going to them.  And to our school.  Who not only provide an environment that our kids thrive in but, according to Murray, are ace at handling seizures because they do so calmly with kindness and dignity.  While I know we're struggling to meet our kids psychological needs, I feel grateful at this point that they safe, they have enough to eat and they are surrounded by people who love them.

So yeah, I'm not writing, but I am coping.  The great thing of having grown up with a crazy home life, and having lots of therapy as consequence, is that not only am I used to managing crazy situations, but I have mad tools in my coping tool belt.  I can handle Murray having seizures while I'm driving, or choking on a carrot when postictal*** or having a bad fall, and then wake up the next day, put on my face and go to work and be ok because of those tools.  I swim a lot.  I sleep as much as I can.  I revel in shitty Netflix and mindless phone games.  I try to care less about the state of my house.

 Me, about to leave to Warkworth, after a swim      

And I make sure there are always things to look forward to.  Murray does too.  We have to have things to look forward to to make those bad days feel less hard.  I try and get away (situation willing) to somewhere close by a few times a year.  If I want to see a movie - I go and see that movie.  Murray still goes to as many Bloodbowl tournaments as he can.  We plan family outings and short breaks.  And if stuff isn't great on the day, we always have a plan B.  Sometimes we miss out - but sometimes we don't.

I guess this is just writing for writing's sake.  Because I've managed to bribe the kids with Roblox.  Because Murray made it to work today.  Because today is a good day.  And I have no idea what tomorrow will bring because that just isn't what our lives look like right now but regardless of what it is, I will be ok.  Because there is always something else to look forward to on the calendar.

Murray and I in a fancy hotel for one night without kids

* Besides kids books.  Not that they don't count - I LOVE reading kids books and the awesome stuff Etta likes to read (Ripleys Believe It Or Not, non-fiction books about cats, tween graphic novels), but I haven't been able to read anything that takes more than one sitting to finish.

** So, um, there's a pandemic happening.  And while we live on a series of isolated islands far away from it all, this does (and has always) restrict our access to certain treatments here in Aotearoa.  There are very few specialists that deal with what we are dealing with currently (being 'special' really isn't a great thing in medical terms), and with a growing population on top of the pressure of backlog from last years lockdowns, progress with tests and specialists is slow going regardless of whether you have health insurance or not.

*** After a seizure.

On Our New Normal

So it's been a while.

I have a few half-written blogs I haven't posted and have had a lot of thoughts about this evolving world we live in that I haven't managed to write down.  And there is a solid reason for this.  Our family is slowly coming to terms with our new normal. Not just in regards to Covid, but in regards to Murray's epilepsy.

Murray is a much more private person than I so I will not share the specifics.  What I will say is that he's been told medication will not manage it well (it took a year of playing with meds to ascertain that) and we need to look into other options.  And we are trying, but even our private health sector is slow and difficult to deal with - particularly in neurology where, as a small island nation, there are just not enough specialists to go around.

So at the moment we're in limbo.  I can't remember the last time there was a seizure free week - it might have been Christmas because that was a surprisingly* good week.  As it is, we just have to take each day as it comes and do the best we can.  Murray's work has been amazingly supportive - mine has too.  Now, Murray mostly works from home.  It really takes the pressure off.  I feel extremely lucky that we already had a computer and an office space to facilitate this change.  But because of this change, I currently don't have a solid writing space.

A surprisingly seizure free Christmas

I am not one of those people who can just write anywhere.  I'm an extroverted introvert - it may seem like I love being around people - and I do - but I need space alone to recharge and regroup.  A LOT of space.  I struggle to write around others as it's a less stable environment for me.  It doesn't matter how well I know the people - I feel other peoples thoughts and feelings and words floating everywhere.  I need to be alone to hear my own voice.

And I just don't have the headspace to manage more changes at home.  So much has changed in the way we live our lives that I just don't have the energy.  Consequently, I've taken writing off the table.  I've been so tired lately** I don't even feel guilty.  Frankly, it's nice having a break from writer guilt.

While my brain hasn't been up to writing, it has been working hard on keeping well.  The biggest recent challenge was surviving school holidays with all of us at home together on the days I wasn't at work.  I had to come up with a new way of accessing some space from my whanau outside of the house so I didn't start losing the plot.  I found that space in the water.  I worked out a swimming schedule around when Murray was definitely working from home and left early in the morning (6.30) so I could be finished before he started work (8.30).  I went swimming on Sundays when the pools opened at 7am.  I wasn't perfect at this, but I did get some time out every week which helped me survive those seven long weeks with no school.

For me, the hardest part of our new normal is having to negotiate unknown territory.  A large chunk of my social anxiety comes from not knowing the etiquette around things - how I'm expected to act or behave.  With epilepsy - there is no guidebook.  Everyone experiences it differently.  While some triggers and types of seizure are commonly experienced, how it feels and presents for each person varies greatly.  There is no one solution - we are making up the rules as we go.  Yes, there is Epilepsy NZ and various other supports - but they don't offer any black and white solutions.  Yes, there are some first aid basics regarding the event of a seizure, but the rest is a free for all.  I regularly need to make decisions on the fly - like prioritising school pick up over monitoring Murray post seizure, or deciding whether or not to go on a booked trip.  It's scary not knowing whether or not I am making the right choice.  It is hard balancing everyone's needs.

A bittersweet trip out on the Kaipara without Murray after an early morning seizure.
Luckily Auntie Anne was free to join us,and we'll do it again another day.

This probably sounds awful, but I think these things are par for the course with managing many health conditions or disabilities when you're also a parent.  And while yes, it's not ideal, it's not without positives.  And it's really important to focus on those.  Murray is home more which means he has more time with the kids.  He cooks dinner more often, works less, and generally seems less stressed.  Both of us have made more of an effort to be kind to each other.  To accept each others strengths and limitations.  No, this is not what either of us were expecting when we committed to each other, but no-one knows what the future holds.  I feel this unexpected turn has only strengthened our relationship.

Not only that, but it does teach valuable lessons to our whole whanau.  While the kids are pretty used to seeing seizures now, every now and then one will still scare them.  They have had to learn skills most other children their age don't have - Etta can use Murray's phone*** to negotiate my work phone system and calmly tell me that Dad's having a seizure.  She has gone to the neighbours to get help when it was needed.  She sets a timer to monitor the length of his seizures, and can communicate to others its severity****.  No, this is not ideal, but it is our reality.  We have a mortgage and we all need to eat.  I do stay home from work when Murray's obviously unwell, but sometimes there are no signs.  We do the best we can with the situation we are in.  I am so grateful to have such strong and capable kids, and I try to make sure they know it.

We call her 'Dr Nettie' because she always knows
when you are sad or sick and she sleeps with you.

And they're empathetic.  Living with someone with health issues helps you view the world differently.  You see the inaccessibility of certain spaces and places.  The ways in which society does not accept people who are different.  The economic impact of living with ongoing health issues becomes apparent, the ways in which having less excludes people.  Our kids see this too.  They are learning the value of hugs, of time together, of the difference small actions can make.  They are learning how to adapt to unexpected situations and how to talk to us about difficult feelings.  They even get to see how animals show empathy (Murray has come to from a seizure with cats on him more than once).  These are difficult gifts to receive, but we still have to view them as gifts.

So this is where we're at now.  This is our new normal.  I am hopeful that in time this will change, but if it doesn't I know we will adjust and adapt.  I'm also hopeful that more writing will happen soon now the kids are back at school which does give me some headspace.  But I'm not going to feel bad if it doesn't.  Right now, I'm focused on the little things that bring us joy each day.  Whether it's cuddles with cats or kids, eggs from our hens or an unexpected win on Fall Guys.  Those things are enough for me for now.

* Surprising just because it's generally quite a stressful, busy and hot time of year.  And stress, tiredness and heat are the three biggest triggers for Murray's seizures.

** And no, it's not iron levels/lack of sleep/other logical explanation - it's emotional overload.  While with me it may not be noticeable in ways folk expect (crying, struggling to cope, depression) it physically manifests as exhaustion.

*** There is an emergency button set up on the front screen so the kids can easily call my cel, my work, Mum, or one of our neighbours.  It is seriously so worth us having.

**** It hasn't hurt that during the Level 4 Lockdown she became obsessed with a medical show for kids (Operation Ouch) on Youtube.  Since then she's been quite obsessed with facts about the human body and health stuff in general - we've even watched a surgery on someone with epilepsy together before.  She is quite matter of fact and this is very helpful when it comes to these kinds of situations.

Dr Xand and Dr Chris from Operation Ouch - Etta is OBSESSED

2020: A Year Of Firsts

Oh, what a year it's been!  Consequently, like many folk, my mental health has not been the best which has made things that usually come naturally feel like walking uphill through thigh-high water.  Last week was especially not great.  But the good thing of a long history poor mental health is a lot of experience with getting it back on track.  So I sat down and made a list of things to sort it out.  And started actioning it immediately.

And this week already looks different.  While I was swimming today I was thinking of how many 'firsts' I'd had this year.  Not all of them have been great, but all of them have certainly given me an opportunity to understand myself better.  And I thought that thinking of what has been deemed a universally awful year from a different angle, might be useful.  So here are some of my 'firsts' from 2020.

1) I have survived a global pandemic (so far...)
And guess what!  If you're reading this, so have you!*  Congratulations!  Worldwide, it has taken the lives of over 1.14 million people.  But not mine, or yours.  I am extremely luck to live in Aotearoa where we have one of the lowest death rates in the OECD.  I really hopes it stays this way.  And I really hope other countries manage to get there too.  At no point in time prior to this year have I ever even considered having my life taken away due to pandemic.  At no point has this ever been a concern until now.  And now it is, I am so, so grateful to be alive.

During the first lockdown I built the Millennium Falcon

2) My whole family survived two lockdowns
And truly, this feels like an achievement.  Lockdown is not something I could ever have even conceived of having to go through in pre-Covid life.  And as a person who needs time and space alone to stay sane, the idea of being stuck with my family** at home for an undefined period of time was horrifying.  So the first lockdown was pretty tough.  Particularly the last few weeks.  Etta coped even less well than me and started stimming which totally freaked her out.  She missed her friends, and video calls actually just made that worse.  The great thing though was, we learned from this.  All of us did.  So the second Level 3 lockdown was ok.  Murray listened regarding some of the things I struggled with the first time and really made an effort to help.  The kids understood what was happening and were ok.  I do think this experience made us stronger as a family, and a little better at communicating our needs to each other.

The biggest bird I saw in Miranda

3) I went to Miranda
And holy crap I loved it!  While I had to cancel what would have been my first alone time trip outside of NZ on the sunny shores of Rarotonga, I still did get a holiday after the lockdown was lifted.  While I don't think this little piece of Aotearoa will be the pinnacle of every persons travel ideals, it certainly was for me.  Other than birds and a fabulous fish 'n' chip shop, there is nothing there.  The bird watching is amazing.  The weather wasn't  great, but that just meant less people around to interfere with my bird watching.  I give Miranda 5 stars and will certainly be back.

One of the dotterel I saw up in Kaiaua       

4) I saw dotterel and kotuku
Obviously a direct follow on from the last post, but still deserving of their own section.  The owners of the place I was staying in had said a kotuku had been hanging out in one of the neighbouring paddocks, and turns out - it still was!  I saw it twice during my stay but didn't get a photo as both times I was driving.  Still, very exciting.  And while I didn't see any dotterel in the actual reserve, on a tiki tour up the road I walked along a very stony beach and randomly found a few pairs.  I loved seeing them so much I went back the next day and they were still there.  I loved how they communicated with each other, and how they were wary, but curious, about me.  I managed to get pretty close, but didn't want to disturb them too much.  But it really felt special being on a completely deserted beach in the middle of nowhere with a couple of pairs of endangered birds.

5) I became a chicken Mummy
So two 'chickens' turned up on our street.  We had a decrepit hutch (courtesy of a friend) that we had loaned to our neighbour, so we caught and housed these 'chickens' and then about four days into lockdown they started crowing.  Crap.  They had been dumped due to their gender.  So sadly, these poor roosters had to go.  But this opened a window for me to plead a case for getting chickens.  My cousins neighbour happened to have excess young chickens, and with Murray's consent, three of them came to live with us during the first Level 3.  They are bantam/silky crosses and full of personality!  At the moment they are broody and not laying, but they have been laying gorgeous wee eggs before that.  And Taco (Murray named her) will let me pick her up and cuddle her.  It has been a wonderful addition to our whanau, and something positive for the kids to enjoy during the lockdowns.

Blanche, Taco and Luna when they first arrived

6) I tried Hello Fresh
This doesn't seem like a big deal, but it really has made a difference to our year.  I am cheap.  I run a tight budget.  Not because it's necessary, but because I just always have.  I grew up with not a lot and I've always budgeted, so it's hard to let out the purse strings.  But this year, well, I let them out.  Hello Fresh is not cheap for what it is when it's not a free box or on special.  And as someone who has decent cooking skills, I couldn't immediately see the value of it.  But I have since discovered that it makes a big difference to my mental load.  Just the simple thing of not having to think about shopping for a healthy meal truly helps.  Plus, Murray is more likely to cook because the directions are far easier to follow than my 'just chuck some courgette in' style of directing cooking.  It saved us during the last lockdown.  And during times where Murray's epilepsy wasn't great.  And now that I've broken my thumb... And I've used the recipe cards to reinvent my favourites to incorporate into our normal rotation.  It is not the greatest for the environment though, so definitely a stop-gap measure for us, but has absolutely been worthwhile.

7) I managed an emergency at work
This was another not so great thing.  But it happened, and it's important to take away the positives from the experience.  One of our customers had a stroke.  One of my colleagues who had been serving her realised, but her workplace first aid certificate was out of date, and she knew I'd just done mine.  While it took a few minutes before I called the ambulance (a little difficult to make the call to call as she was quite argumentative), my colleagues and manager were amazing.  They stayed with her and got her seated while I stayed on the phone with the operator.  And then the mall fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate the mall...

Our manager gave me her mobile to call emergency services back on, and went to evacuate the store while a colleague and our security stayed with me as we tried to work out how to get her out (she was not easy to carry).  Mall security realised we were there, we explained the situation and he grabbed a wheelchair from customer services and they managed to lift her into it.  I stayed on the phone as we wheeled her through the mall, and when met by the fire brigade (it took a while to get out) they helped us by taking her obs and assisting us to the ambulance bay where they got her on a stretcher and took her to hospital.

Sadly, our customer passed away that night.

In spite of this, I knew we had done our best.  Even if we had have been two minutes faster (which we could have been) sadly, the outcome would not have been any different.  This helped me realise I am calm in crazy, unpredictable situations.  And that I work with an amazing, caring team of people who will do whatever it takes to help people.  I also had a window into what our emergency service teams do for our communities every day.  Seriously, we are so lucky to have people who do what they do every day.  They are are real heroes.

8) I did Dry July
The best thing about doing Dry July, other than raising money to support those affected by cancer, is the difference it made in my life.  I am not a heavy drinker by any means, but I do enjoy a woody chardonnay or a cheeky sav a few times a week.  What I realised is how much better my sleep is when I'm not drinking at all.  So if my sleep is bad, or my mental health not so good (like now).  I just stop drinking for a bit.  It's brilliant.

9) I swam 5km in one week
So, I'm not a sportsing person.  The last time I tried to go to a regular exercise class - I broke my ankle.  Since then, I've been wary.  But after getting back in the pool about a year ago I realised, that even though I did love trampolining, maybe that wasn't the right sport for me.  But swimming absolutely is.  I started small.  Having never had any lessons outside what I learned in Primary School, it's never been something I'm amazing at.  And I'm still not.  But I don't swim to be amazing at it.  Swimming really helps keep me grounded.  And, before going into the first lockdown it helped me to lose 8kg***.  And the more I do it, the easier it gets.

Re-starting after the last Level 3 lockdown I thought I would be struggling to swim the distances I had been previously.  But the first day back I swam over 1km.  After that, I set my goal slightly higher - at least 1250 metres per swim.  And I did achieve that for a few weeks before my recent accident, swimming between 1100 - 1500 metres each session four times a week.  While I haven't lost weight, I feel fitter and stronger than ever.

My thumb splint.  It will be with me a while yet.

10) I fractured my right thumb
Another not so great thing.  Quite debilitating actually.  But at least I did it in a funny way.  I smacked it into the edge of the table when playing air hockey with Murray.  He will want it on the record that he won this game.  I want it on the record that I finished this game - with a fractured thumb.  Now that's a decent story at least.  The positives in this are that because I cannot do all things exactly as I used to I have had to try new things.  I put a housework plan in place (because I can't do all I used to do yet).  I simplified our meal planning whilst keeping things nutritious (a little less handy with knives).  I realised that I can use chopsticks with my left hand.  I got my first ever pedicure after realising I can't cut my toenails and it was not awful (I hate people touching my feet).  And, just ten days after my accident I got the all clear to get back in the pool (provided I wear my splint).  While I haven't managed the distances I was doing before - because it is still sore - I did finally manage to swim over 1km today which feels great.  I'm also back to being a regular at Hands Out West which is not a bad thing.  We're going to work on my strength once this is a bit better so that I stop continually spraining this thumb.

Pretty toes.  Might even do this again some time.

And there are more firsts than just these.  We also had our first pet picked up by the SPCA (the SPCA do amazing work), Abby's first day at school, our first home grown pomegranate, my first double vote Green.

In spite of all that is happening in the world, our lives go on.  And while this can be overwhelming, and have real impacts on our lives, this is not all that is happening.  It's so important to see this, to see what we have in front of us each day and to appreciate it all, the good and the bad, and use it as a place to grow from.

* Unless you are the ghost of someone who passed away from Covid this year.  If so, I am very sorry.  But please, continue reading.  You may find other things relatable.

** I love them, I just also really, really need to not see them every now and then.

*** I gained most of that back, but 2020, well, I'm going easy on myself.

On Coping with being Unproductive

So like many folk, I'm in an unproductive glut.

And it's not just the Covid blues.

Am I affected by this?  Yes!  Absolutely.  Even here in Aotearoa where we are comparatively safe our world has been completely turned on its head.  Overseas travel?  Nope.  Family visiting for upcoming important events?  Unlikely.  Entire industries have had the carpet pulled out from under them.  Those birthing babies during Lockdown did so under extremely unexpected circumstances.  And many missed the opportunity to give their loved ones a final goodbye.

I think most of us will be affected by this to varying degrees.  And for those of us who work creatively, this can really impact our ability to work.  Right now I am struggling not to compare myself to others.  The onslaught of amazing creative ventures (like this) posted regularly on social media makes it hard not to.  I have to remind myself on an almost daily basis that everyone's needs are different.  Our circumstances may be different.  The way we work, is very likely different.  Our mental load, the time we have available to us, may be different.  Our coping mechanisms may be different.

Right now, I'm struggling with my mental load.  As someone who juggles family and work commitments, I always do.  But right now it's different.  There is the added load of not only adjusting to life during a pandemic, but parenting through a pandemic.  And recently we added another ball to those currently up in the air.

Murray was diagnosed with epilepsy late last year.  It was not a shock based on previous history, but it has meant we've had to make some significant changes to our family's lives.  And after a couple of specialist visits, tests and some medication and lifestyle adjustments, Murray is still having seizures.  One of the fantastic things for us about Lockdown was that Murray could finally work from home.  We had been trying to get his work to put things in place so this could happen for over a month before, and suddenly, all the previous barriers disappeared almost overnight.  And there was a short reprieve from seizures.

At Waihi Beach just after Level 2 was announced
(we had left for holiday just before this happened)

But it was short.  Now we are a household juggling multiple needs.  We are juggling both mine and Murray's medical needs*.  We are juggling both of our mental health needs.  We are trying to manage our workplace relationships - both of us have had to take time off suddenly to manage health or childcare.  And while we both have very supportive workplaces, this still feels hard**.  As parents, we are doing our best to meet our children's multitudinous needs while still paying the bills and keeping up with the washing.  And we're still trying to make sure we have fun things to look forward to.

The catch 22 of Murray working from home more is that I have less time where I am completely alone.  And this is the best condition for me to get creative work done in.  Unlike many creatives, I am not a night owl.  I cannot stay up until 3am painting or writing or making.  After about 8pm I am done for the day.  All my brain is good for is laughing at sitcoms.  The best time for me to work is during the day with as little interruption as possible.  Equally, Murray's health is so much better when he works from home - Lockdown proved that.  The ideal compromise would be that Murray works from home three days a week with two of those being when I am at work but that's just not feasible.  Wellness does not conform to any schedule.

The other thing I'm struggling with is the decision making aspect of things.  Do we need a bigger house?  Can we afford a bigger house with the impact health is having on our ability to work?  How much do we expect of our children in terms of managing/understanding seizures?  Should I take on more hours to lighten Murray's workload?  What is feasible?  What is best?  What sort of future should we be preparing for?

And the guilt.  The guilt over whether I am making the right decisions for our family.  The guilt about ordering Ubereats because I'm too tired to cook or drive - spending money we may well need for more important things tomorrow.  The guilt about not doing better as a partner to someone who is having a shit time.  The guilt about calling work to say I can't come in because Murray isn't well enough to look after the kids.  That feeling that I am failing everyone, that I have left tasks incomplete.  That I can never do or be enough.  I know that this guilt doesn't help anyone but it's really, really hard to shake.

A power pole on the lawn.  Just so thankful no-one was hurt  

And I have this weird guilt about how I process.  When bad stuff happens, instead of reacting emotionally, I just manage the practical aspects of it.  And while this means I'm not bad to have around in an emergency, it does make me question my own humanity.  A few weeks ago I had a week so full of unexpected events that my life sounded like a week of Shortland Street.  Regular not great things happened, but also more than one extremely unlikely traumatic event.  After watching a power pole fall toward the house I called out to Murray 'The powerpole just fell.  You need to call Vector.' And he laughed because while the kids were screaming around me there was no emotion in my speech.  I just sounded resigned to this fact, exhausted.  I did not cry that week but I did feel absolutely shattered.

And I still am.

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And when I read back over what I have just written and take a step back I'm not surprised.  It is a lot.  Whilst I have been creatively unproductive, my hands have been pretty full.  My brain has been so full it has literally been shutting itself down early so it can recharge and regroup.  And while my to-do list is endlessly overflowing it is understandable that I just let that be.  That I ignore the list and rest when I can.

And while my circumstances are likely different to yours - most of us have a lot more on our plates than we were expecting.

While I think at times it is easy, positioned as we are in the pandemic, to ignore the devastation rolling out overseas, it's still there in our subconscious.  If you are distancing yourself from this reality it may be because processing this change, this massive loss, is overwhelming.  Maybe this feeling comes out in how we feel about wearing PPE at work.  Maybe it impacts how strongly we feel about folk returning home to New Zealand.  Maybe it comes out in how much contact we have with friends and family overseas.  Regardless of how you are personally affected by Covid-19, it will have an impact.

While we (thankfully) do not feature on this list
       that doesn't mean this doesn't affect us.

And I think it's good to take a step back and look at that.  Assess just how full your hands are.  How much more you have to process these days.  How fair are you being on yourself?  I think right now everyone should be doing their best to be kind to themselves and understanding of others.  Now is the time more than ever to just focus on just living each day the best we can with what we have available.  And if that just means getting out of bed and brushing our teeth, or managing to make beans on toast, then that is enough.

It is important to remember that what we going through is in many ways, unprecedented.  Yes, there have been pandemics, but not on such a global scale.  We now live in a more globally connected era than ever before so this impacts on so many things we take for granted in our daily lives: imports, exports, tourism, the ability to travel.  Yes, we may be safer here in New Zealand, but that doesn't mean we are not affected.  Even if we try to distance ourselves from the changes ahead, from the unimaginable scale of loss, we still feel it.  The impact is catastrophic, and while we may not be conscious of it, it leaves a mark.

So regardless of your personal situation, it really is ok to just focus on the basics.  It's ok not to have all the answers to the questions your kids are asking.  It's ok to just hug them and say 'I don't know.  It is scary.'  It's ok if you aren't coping as well as your neighbour is.  It is ok to need time to process this. It's ok to take time to rest.

* Thankfully mine are minimal currently.  This endo thing is a rollercoaster for sure, but right now I'm in a sweet patch and have been for some time which is a huge blessing.  I also have a new GP who is really up to date with current research and has me using more effective medication (when I need it) which really makes a difference.

** It really, really triggers my anxiety as I don't like letting people down and work is very busy right now.

Coping With Change

I swear I'm going to be an awful complaining old person.
I'm already like a grumpy old lady and I'm not even 40 years old!
I hate change.

And while I know that change is necessary for progress, and something I facilitate within my own life, some change just sucks.

My local supermarket closed on Saturday.

It seems petty, but it really is a big deal.  I mean, our kids cried, and we had to make a special trip to go and say goodbye.

My kids dig Stickman

It's not just because it's Pak 'n' Save and it's affordable and less than ten minutes from home and the kids love Stickman.  It's not just because I know the layout and write my shopping lists via an imaginary walk-through down its aisles.  It's because we know the people who work there.  Many of those wonderful people have been a regular part of my life since we moved out West more than seven years ago.  They have seen me through pregnancy and crying babies.  They have seen me in tougher times, armed with a calculator and in better times with treats in the trolley.  They have showered our children with free teeny chip packages from unexpectedly opened multi-packs.  The staff at Alderman Drive Pak 'n' Save have been a big part of my life for the last seven years.

And now they won't be any more.

And what makes the whole thing worse is that how the owners went about this was not the best.  Sure, as a customer the store had some great deals prior to closing.  But the staff there were not offered a fair redundancy*.  And few have jobs to move on to.  And they have had to endure the whole will they-wont they back and forth over when the store would close.  I've been in that position myself and I can tell you it's really not fun.  Those people who have made us feel so welcome in our local community, many of them are now jobless after, for some, decades of good service.  I am mourning for those wonderful people.

And I am dreading having to do the grocery shopping this week.

Countdown cannot tempt me with
their parental guilt traps...      

My next closest supermarket is the Westcity Countdown.  But our food budget doesn't stretch to Countdown prices without making some serious sacrifices.  Our next best option is Pak 'n' Save on Lincoln road.  But it's on Lincoln Road.  And it's huge.  And huge shops freak me out.  I will have to learn a new supermarket layout.  I will have to change my usual tightly timed Thursday shopping schedule to accommodate an extra 20 minutes for travel time.  And no-one there will know me.  No-one there has watched my children grow up.  No-one knows my name.  That might change in time, but currently, I'm resistant to it.  It's not my supermarket.  I don't know how it can be.  I am currently bereft of a supermarket.

And I haven't just lost my supermarket.

My chemist is also closing this week.  This is completely understandable.  The Chemist Warehouse has opened up across the road, and if it's affecting aspects of my workplace's trade (which it is) it will certainly be affecting theirs.  While this isn't as big of a shock - while my chemist is not such a big part of my life, it's still sad.  And again, many of the staff do not have jobs to move on to.  Many of the staff have worked there for a long time.  This closure will impact on their lives in a big way.

There are plenty of other chemists nearby, but, sadly the cheapest and closest option for us is the very reason my chemist has closed.  I've only been to The Chemist Warehouse once and it is really not my cup of tea.  Like the Lincoln Road Pak 'n' Save it is huge and overwhelming.  But like my chemist, there is no charge for prescriptions.  And when you, or others in your household are on more than one regular medication, avoiding this cost really makes a big difference.

Where have all the postboxes gone?

And our postboxes over time have gradually disappeared.  I filled out my voting form for the local body election ages ago, but am yet to post it as I am unsure as to where I can post them any more.  And I don't trust the post box maps online because the last time I tried using one, it was out of date.  I have to drop the forms off to my local library today because it's now past the time that I can post my forms.  I don't post things often, but when our electoral system, hospital system and social service systems (WINZ) are still dependent on snail mail, it's quite important we can still easily access post**.  I mean, if they have real concerns about voter turnouts maybe this is a simple thing they could consider.  If it affects me, a relatively 'young' person, what impact will this have on older folk, or people in poverty, or folk with health or mobility issues?

Some changes are made without consideration of their wider impact.

I know that my reaction to these changes is probably bigger than it maybe should be.  But when you're overwhelmed by big changes, every little change becomes harder to process.  The last two years have seen huge changes for me.  Issues within my broader family have meant major changes to our family life. Where we used to have a huge extended family Christmas dinner, last year for the first time ever, it was just our wee family of four.  We have had to make big changes in order to keep our family safe.  And while those changes have been by no means ideal, they have been necessary.

Sometimes we have to make drastic changes to work toward changing this culture

And while all change is hard, the reality is that it is necessary for growth.  As a nation, our family violence rates are appalling.  And when in our own lives, we actively, or inactively allow abusive relationships to foster and grow, we are contributing to this.  I know this is something that we can change.  I know exactly why this change seldom happens because I live with the consequences of my choices around this every day.  It's not easy.  I am labelled a 'shit stirrer'.  I am told I don't understand the value of 'family.'  By calling out abusive behaviours I have become a target for further abuse.  This isn't exactly fun.  Actually, it's quite lonely.  But I want to build a better world for our children, and in order to do that I cannot allow abusive behaviours to manifest in either mine, or their lives.  I refuse to normalise abuse because 'Aunty Betty is just old fashioned.'  It's just not ok.  I don't want my kids to ever think that's ok.

I think one of our biggest problems is we are not taught to recognise abuse
Here are some of the warning signs.

I know that for those staff from Alderman Drive Pak 'n' Save and Westcity Life Pharmacy this change is hard.  But I hope that this is one of those changes that is for the better.  I hope they get to move on to places that actually pay them what they're worth (Pak 'n' Save and Countdown union members are both fighting for Living Wage).  I hope they move on to places that appreciate and understand the experience they have gained in the work they've been doing and recognise how good they are at dealing with people.  I really hope that the Auckland Zoo Gift shop re-looks at their applications and realised they missed a gem in not even giving Kat Stellar an interview.  I can think of no other person who would be more enthusiastic, better with children or experienced, to do that job amazingly well.

Change is hard, but I always hope that with it comes positive growth.

I went to Pak 'n' Save on Lincoln Road for a recce yesterday.  It was awful.  The kids hated it.  There were too many people and too many things to shop.  But I found some reasonably priced chorizo, something not at my old Pak 'n' Save.  And I don't eat that stuff, but Murray does.  So I built him a pizza with it because I was going out for a work dinner and felt a little guilty.  And he said that pizza was so delicious he ate the whole thing and had none left for lunch the next day.

It's a small win, but it's a start.

*  There is no point going into details, but I do know some of the details and it is extremely unethical, particularly toward the staff that have been there for longer than the current franchise owner.

** It now costs $1.30 to send basic post within NZ now.  That really isn't accessible.  Particularly for the elderly, many of whom still rely on post and many of whom are reliant on a pension to survive.

On How I Manage My Life

This year has been very busy and very hard.  My mental health has suffered and as a consequence, my creative practice.  While last year I managed my goal of writing one short story every month, comparatively this year I have written very little.  I had not set a large goal for this year.  I had a project earlier on which I knew would eat into my brain matter, so I had decided at the outset to take things easy.

But not quite this easy...

I'm the tallest one in the picture for once!   
Winning a Mothers Day Card comp circa 1993

When I have little to no creative output everything just feels wrong.  It's not due to guilt, or ego.  It's more a loss of my sense of self.  I've been creating in some form or another for as long as I can remember.  I started keeping a poetry journal when I was about eight, which I still have* alongside some of the obsessively crafted stories of imaginary worlds a nine year old me put on paper.  While creating is a large part of who I am I strongly suspect that it's a coping mechanism.  Sometimes a means of escaping.  Sometimes a means of analysing and understanding.  Always an important tool for managing my mental health.

A stack of frozen baby food.  So pretty!

When the kids were little and my brain function was at an all time low, I focused on creating manageable things.  I made jellies and delighted in their colours.  I made a sourdough starter and from that created gluten free bread twice a week.  I exulted in the rainbow of homemade baby food I blitzed for Etta.  I focused on different creative outputs so I still felt human.

But this year my brain has felt too full to do even that.

I have had patches of activity and patches of nothingness.  There has been no consistency.  My mental health has been the worst it's been since Abby was small**.  And I'm not sure what this is like for other creatives, but for me it forms a vicious cycle.  Down and exhausted so no energy to create.  Don't create, so feel further disconnected from myself.  Disconnection makes me feel even worse about myself.

Plum jellies, such a gorgeous colour!

But recently I've had a breakthrough.

This breakthrough was, in part, due to going back onto medication to get some stability***.  Once I gained my equilibrium I had a brilliant idea.

Excel.

I love spreadsheets.  They help me feel calm.  The absolutes of mathematics are comforting.  While I mostly use them for creating budgets (I love making budgets), I've used them for many other things.  I used them to monitor Etta's sleep when she was a baby.  I use them to create week planners and charts for the kids.  I used them to chart my temperature when I was attempting to conceive Etta**** - which totally worked.  In fact, one of Etta's middle names (Sally) is derived from Murray's workmates nickname for our potential progeny: Celly.  Thus named for mine and Murray's***** obsession with Excel.

A few weeks ago I suddenly realised another way I could use Excel to improve my life.


I started tracking my writing.

I set myself an optimum goal of writing four hours a week.  I know it doesn't seem like much, but it is much more than zero.  Four hours is half of an eight hour work day.  Four hours feels like a manageable amount plus enough to achieve something tangible.  And while I haven't managed that goal as yet, I have managed to get some semblance of a writing practice happening.  I am excited about creating data to analyse and decide what else I should be tracking.  I have managed to post a blog once a week over the last three weeks while posting consistently on the same day.  This has never happened before.

I have built some LEGO this year, but building
without instructions meets a very different need.

It probably seems a bit silly, but I'm a list maker.  I'm a chart filler.  I'm a box ticker.  Having a visual reminder of what I should be doing makes me want to fill in those little boxes.  I'm a teachers pet from way back.  So it means that even if I really don't feel like writing.  Even if my brain is tired or my mind is blank I am picking up the laptop in bed and putting words on the screen.  I'm taking the lappy to work and snatching five minutes of writing time in the car.  I am editing in the lunch room.  And those words might be rubbish.  But it doesn't matter.  Because it's a start and it gives me a place to work forward from.  Building something is better than building nothing.

And I am starting to feel better.  I am still saddened that two wonderful people have left this earth sooner than they should have, but I'm coming to terms with it.  They were both problem solvers.  Both determined (some might even say stubborn) to do what they felt they were called to regardless of what barriers were put in their path.  Even if what I'm making currently is unremarkable, I am making.  And making is helping this grief, this loss, feel more manageable.



* Oh dear lord there is some awful stuff in there!

** A colicky baby who will not sleep alone plus a toddler with sensory issues does not make for good mental health
*** I had gone off my meds by accident (again), but had been coping ok.  I found that I was sleeping much better when I wasn't medicated, and that felt friggen amazing.  But with all the things that happened this year, after a while that ability to cope faded.  And, even with the negative affect it has on my sleep, medication became necessary again.

**** I only have one fallopian tube and had just been the go ahead to try to conceive.  But when not on the pill, my cycle is super irregular (thank you endo!) so I needed all the help I could get.  We had been told due to my medical issues we would be eligible for one bout of free IVF on the government, but having been through unsuccessful IVF as an egg donor previously, I really hoped to avoid that.

***** Murray is not so much obsessed with Excel, as someone who has had to use it as part of his job.  He is the master of adding buttons to make cool stuff happen to your data collection.

Why I Work in Retail

Recent positive results toward achieving living wage in this sector have highlighted the level of this industry's pay inequity.  This makes the questions about why I choose to do what I do seem more pertinent than ever.  I  know the pay sucks.  But my peers, not always.  And while I've answered this question countless times on countless occasions, nothing I say seems to quite capture why I choose to work in this notoriously low paid industry.

Fresh faced for Video Ezy

I have almost always worked in customer service or retail in some form or other.  At high school I worked in our local garden centre cafe.  At University, I worked in a call centre (this 'crap job' turned into my first 'real job').  Whilst at Unitec I worked in a winery and Indian restaurant, then afterward at a specialty art supplies store and video shop.  When the recession hit and the 'real job' I had fell apart, retail welcomed me back.  And when my store management job dissolved whilst I was on maternity leave, I returned to work for a previous employer in - you guessed it - retail.

Retail work has always been there for me.  Retail work has always been a safe place for me.

While no-one ever says it, there's a reason why I'm asked so often why I work in retail.  There's a snobbery around it.  An assumption that retail is not a proper job, and as an educated, intelligent person I should want more.  As if I'm some sort of oddity underselling myself.  But the reality is that I'm not an outlier.  Retail is full of educated, intelligent men and women*.  And we're expected to want more.  More challenges, more opportunity to progress our careers, more recognition and more money.  And while I would love, and certainly deserve more money for what I do**, the truth is that for me retail meets those other needs, and more.

Me, working retail whilst pregnant,
featured in an article in the NZ Herald.
This was rewarding, challenging retail work.

I am challenged in my job and learn new things every single day.  Working where, and as I do requires nothing if not versatility.  While my primary role is serving customers, doing this well requires a broad skill set.  Communication skills, computer skills, basic mathematics, problem solving and conflict management are just a few.  I never know one day to the next whether I will need to become an expert on the mechanics of vacuums or if I'll be building a shelving unit.  I never feel bored at work.

And I am recognised.  Not just by my managers and my peers***, as someone who works hard, but by those that I serve.  While in retail we are often faced with uncomfortable or confronting situations with customers, but the majority of the time we are faced with kindness.  I have been told 'God bless you.' twice in the past week.  I am thanked from the heart by strangers every day.

Beaks, the beloved TY toucan  

 

And in turn I have a job where I feel I can impact the lives of others.  Yes, my primary role is selling products, but the best way to do that is to forge real connections.  And this is what drives me in my work.  I've seen a kid literally jump with glee when I found the specific TY toy (which wasn't on the shop floor) she desperately wanted for her Mum's birthday.  I've given a young new Mum advice on how to manage her obvious mastitis without spending more than she had on one of our breast-pumps****.  I've shared my struggles around having a kid with sensory issues with other Mums in the same boat.  I use my position in retail to forge connections and help others feel less alone.

Because the truth is that even though often we are surrounded with people, many of us are lonely.  We live in a country where many people don't have family close by.  We live in a country where societal expectations often do not gel with who we are.  We also live in a country where prejudice is a real problem, and this further alienates those communities with less support.  Kindness and connection is an essential part of disrupting that prejudice. 

While I can post meme's on Facebook 10 times a day about kindness and compassion, really, it's just words.  And these words do not go far.  Not far beyond my circle of friends and family, not crossing barriers of language or poverty.  At work I can smile at every person I see.  I can empathise with others struggles.  I can show kindness by sharing something of myself to help others*****.  And when I encounter anger or prejudice I can do my best to dismantle it using calmness and kindness.  This costs me nothing, and gives me so much back in return.  And I get paid to do it.

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A sparrow from my left-handed bird drawing series

The other side of this is that I have a job that I can leave at work.  I cannot do my work from home.  I seldom get home and worry about work.  And that's important because I need to be present for my kids.  And I want to be present to pursue my other work.  Having a creative practice is like having a second job.  Regardless of what form it takes, or how much money it makes, this is work.  And this work is always on my mind.  Whatever project I'm working on lives within me.  Having a job that I can leave at work gives me space to live my life as a creative and a Mum.

This not only gives me a great sense of joy, but allows me to share this equilibrium with our kids.  Etta knows you can be a Mum, and have a job and be a writer.  She knows you can have exhibitions at home and make money from your art.  And she knows you have to work hard to do these things.  Through my creative practice our kids see that things don't always work out how you'd like, that what's important is to keep trying.  Sometimes Mum gets published, sometimes she doesn't.  But she keeps working, and trying to be better at doing what she loves.  And it shows them that while they are my world, my world is more than them.  And this makes their worlds bigger too.
    

I've always wanted to be on a game show!             
So glad we could show our kids our dreams can become a reality.

And working retail gives me time.  Part time, stable jobs that can work around having kids are difficult to come by.  Unless you work retail.  Here, I am blessed with a job that allows me to participate in the world and contribute to home finances, without compromising my need to be home.  And because I work so close to home, and in an understanding team (many of whom are also parents) if something goes wrong with the kids I can be there for them.

I know this is not possible for all working Mum's, and I am thankful to be in the position where I can have some flexibility.  As someone with diagnosed health, and mental health issues I need that time.  While I am a high functioning anxious person with endometriosis and adenomyosis, I am functional because have a lot of downtime.  I need adequate rest to manage my pain levels.  I need adequate rest to calm my busy brain.  And I need to be functional not just for my family, but for myself.

Because I've got shit to do!  I've got plans.  And while some of those plans involve creative ventures, and forging connection with others, another part of that is positive role-modeling for our kids.  I don't want them to believe that life is purely about work.  That amassing wealth is what they should strive for.  I want them to see the world is full of possibilities.  And if I can show them I can realise my dreams, this gives them the capacity to believe in their own potential to do so.

And this is made possible for me because I have flexibility in my work.  Because I work where I do.  And my job allows me to model the most important thing of all.  As Abby would say (it's Kindy's current whakatauki): Manaaki ki te katoa - Be kind to all.

Makyla Curtis, Renee Liang and me - the production team from The Kitchen

* But mostly women.

** I believe everyone deserves The Living Wage.  I am excited about the changes union action is bringing to the retail sector.

*** I cannot stress enough that not all retail work is amazing and flexible.  I have been very lucky in this respect.  I have managed to work for, and with amazing people, and my current work is no different.  The reason I am happy staying where I am, in spite of the pay is because of the team I work with.  Our managers lead by example.  Our merchandisers work their butts off (quite literally.  Lifting microwaves and boxes of sheets and plates and racks of clothing is not light work).  Our sales assistants are mostly like me - they care about people.  Their drivers for work, I suspect, are not so different from mine.  Our store is diverse which not only makes me lucky in the shared lunches department, but in learning about different cultures.  I work in a place where, for the most part, I feel appreciated and loved.  And I know this is not something that happens in every workplace.

**** Hand- expressing in a hot shower (she didn't even know you could hand-express), cabbage leaves, and if she has a temp get straight to her GP.

***** And I can merchandise the dolls section so that it's more reflective of the community I live in (more curvy, POC dolls in the front, less blonde barbies)