So we've seen probably one of the quickest voluntary political leadership changes since I don't know when. In NZ? In the world? I don't know. But I'm not aware of another political (or any) leader give a week's notice.
Trust John Key. He's such an arrogant wanker. Only he could say, "I'm bored. I'm over it. I'm off to Hawai'i next week. Sort it."
Yesterday I wrote about my concerns about testifying in court today in relation to a car crash I was involved in this April. As luck would have it, I ended up not having to go to court at all.
The defendant changed his plead to guilty to dangerous driving charges, so the Police didn't need me as a witness.
You may remember I was involved in a car crash back in April. Tomorrow I'm likely to need to go to court to testify against the young man who caused the crash.
To be honest, on one hand I hope I'm not required (the Police said they may have enough witnesses). Courts are such shaming places and the guy was really young — we've all done stupid stuff at his age.
I've been thinking a lot about loneliness lately and, this week, have started talking with others about it. I often feel lonely — yet, as I age, I am more choosey about who I spend time with. As an introvert I enjoy my own company as well so, often, I choose to be alone.
It's a strange conundrum but, as I've talked to friends and colleagues about it, I realise I'm not alone. Loneliness seems to be a thing of our time. Maybe it always has been. And it's not just single people. Those in relationships say they're lonely too.
I don't know about you but, to me, the world doesn't feel very safe at the moment. In fact, it feels pretty bloody scary right now.
Maybe 'safe' isn't the right word — in Be. Leadership, Lesley and I ban a few words and 'safe' is one of them, because you can't develop and change if you need to feel safe all the time. And living in fear is a miserable existence.
It's ironic that a week after Trump gets voted as US president, NZ has another significant earthquake.
This is a quick post, just to make the point that anything you read, hear or watch, saying the world is ok — it's lies.
Conflict — it's easy to avoid. In fact, we often do anything we can to avoid it (well, I do). Often that means not doing anything.
Within the last 24 hours I was involved in a conflict situation with a colleague. I won't go into the detail — it's irrevelent. But the process the two of us went through — an action, a reaction by me that created conflict and then a conversation to come to a resolution — reminded me that, even though it is acutely uncomfortable, when handled constructively, conflict can have truly positive outcome.
Wonder Woman has been appointed by the United Nations as the honorary ambassador for the empowerment of women and girls. And people, particularly women, are outraged.
I'm not particularly impressed, but I'm not particularly surprised. I mean, the decision seems no less effective than the rest of what the UN purports to do.
Recently a third year student at the University of Winchester studying Theatre Production (Arts & Stage Management) contacted me. Her focal topic is looking at "able bodied performers portraying disabled [people] and how we, as participants in the arts industry, feel about it."
She sent me some questions and here's how I responded:
This afternoon I presented to the Parliamentary Health Select Committee about my submission on Hon Maryan Street’s petition about voluntary euthanasia (or assisted dying). Imagine my delight when I saw, sitting in the sub-committee to which I was to present, Hon Simon O'Connor, the Committee's Chair, and Poto Williams, Labour's spokesperson on disability issues, whom I have met several times. Score!
I began by acknowledging the death this morning of Helen Kelly who, in her struggle with cancer, lobbied for legalisation of both medical cannabis use and assisted dying (AD). Helen, if you're reading this somewhere and you had anything to do with the sub-committee make-up, many, many thanks.