I'm still inspired to design, but at my age - how often do you hear of someone discovering cancer/ husband leaving them/ a child has an issue?? I don't want to take my eye off the ball, especially with teenagers. My hands are my little nudge to make changes, mind, body, soul & work on our family's future.
I've realised i'm a rare demographic, the housewife private high school mum without plans to resume the workforce, regardless of qualifications & options. My husband is a soldier, not highly paid, we've just been sensible with our deployment money & property investments. When my husband goes to war, we make plans for every scenario, horrible but necessary. Days like today - we discover on the news that 3 soldiers have been killed & 7 wounded in Afghanistan, where my husband is right now, i cling to our plans & focus on the future, lucky we have one. I hear the news as quickly as you do, when incidents happen, there is a total communications block, my husband can't contact me. Yes we have planned how i would be told if something happens to him. Simply the most awful conversation you'll ever have with your beloved husband.
War is completely different now to how it was 12 years ago - he would call once a fortnight between patrols, now he can email, Skype & phone almost daily. We are both using the farm dream as a healthy distraction - sending links to properties back & forth, ideas, plans for a pool & a pony. We are forced into breaking up our life into '2 year plans' to match our postings to different cities (my husband posted to Brisbane on his own 2 years ago, we stayed in Canberra for a smooth transition to high school) & he still has 1-2 years to go in Queensland (so does my free holiday house bachelor pad!!)
I often wonder if people in the real world, plan in small 2 year chunks like this. A 5 year plan sounds a bit communist to me, or like we're ploughing fields, which we might very well be doing in the future too!! As for the families of the fallen soldiers, my heart goes out to them. I have already had several people ask if my husband is Ok, but those boys were someone else's sons, brothers, husbands & fathers. It's a reality check & i will sigh great relief when i finally speak to my handsome soldier. Love Posie