I’ve been away for work since Monday. I work on an island, at a residential camp. A large proportion of the kids we get are from disadvantaged backgrounds – whether that means they’re in out of home care; experiencing behavioural, learning or emotional disorders; in community support programs; or a whole range of other circumstances. It’s a very stressful job which comes with huge responsibilities, reporting back to the Department of Communities. I’m absolutely exhausted at the moment – working sixteen hour days doesn’t agree with me, but I love my job. It rained torrentially from Monday to Thursday, but today was beautiful. Here’s some photos I took this morning.
I love this island. It soothes my soul. All week I’ve been musing, breathing in the salt water and rain, navigating the bush covering the island by moonlight. I’ve been having a hard time relating to people in my life lately. Getting easily frustrated and upset at their actions, finding it difficult to bite my tongue. I know how it is to be disempowered – I spent a long time there. But I’m finding it very hard recently to remember that where people are in their journeys is only a reflection on them. I feel like a horrible person – I should be more sympathetic, I should be kinder, I shouldn’t get upset over the things that I do.
I need to be kinder to myself. I need to reassess what (and who) I can and can’t have in my life if I’m doing what is best for me. I chronically push myself too far, overcommit and give too much of myself to others. I need to remember to look after myself as well, and not emotionally invest so much in others wellbeing.
On a different note, I’m so incredibly lucky to work in such a beautiful place.