Melbourne’s love affair with lockdowns is wearing thin on me.
I just want to get on with things (like move to Queensland in December).
Don’t get me wrong, I made serious hay during the first few shut in’s. I wrote a book called Bet On You (which will be out August 26th!), I recorded 101 amazing episodes of the Become your own Superhero podcast and mastered restaurant-quality steak in my frypan at home.
All great achievements I’m sure you’d agreed.
But during the last one, I had hoped to behave more like Michael Douglas in War of the roses, but now I’m more like Michael Douglas in Falling Down.
Thank God gun licences are hard to get and I’m (slightly) more emotionally stable than his character, Bill Foster.
I don’t think anyone can deny the impact that lockdown pressure has placed on family’s all across the state of Victoria, mine included.
I won’t burden you with all the gory details, but let’s just say that I fell out with my Dad for the second time in twelve months.
What it was over will remain our business, but it’s frivolous in the grand scheme of what’s happening in the world.
The first major fight was in September last year. It was easily the biggest fight we had ever had. This most recent one, however, was crowned the new champion.
I’m not proud of what I said/called him in the heat of the battle, (Think Macaulay Culkin and his parents) but what’s done is done and now it’s time to try and repair the mess.
And by mess, I mean the following.
That really shitty feeling you have after you have a major fight with someone.
It sucks.
Like, really sucks right?
I haven’t calmed down quite enough to apologise yet (which I realise is an important part of the healing process), however by the time you accidentally re-read this September of 2022, reparations will likely have been made.
In trying to fix the situation, I took some advice from a friend.
Write a letter.
The letter is designed to be written with the assumption that the person in question, never actually sees the letter.
I started to write down my thoughts.
What resulted after an hour of writing, looked more like Minutes from a Tourette’s anonymous meeting, only with way more swearing!
So the reason for writing this is to ask for your help.
I want to know your advice on how to deal with this situation.
What have you found to be the most effective way to get over family members that drive you crazy (but only 5kms max)?