I recently finished reading a book called Chasing the Scream: The First and Last Days of the War on Drugs by Johann Hari.
I recently house-sat for a family and had the joy of looking after their furry friends during my stay. Word spread quickly and, before long, I found myself house sitting for a few more families around Sydney in the following months. It was quite fun!
A thought that often plagues my mind is...I wonder how much of "me" has been shaped by the life I was born into. Would I be the same if I had grown up in poverty? What if I had an abusive parent or experienced some sort of trauma at a young age? What does it feel like to truly have no hope? How would my needs be different?
What a privilege it was to attend Mission Australia’s recent Creative Youth Initiative (CYI) ARTWORKS! exhibition at the end of last year. On my way home at the end of the night I was overwhelmed with feelings of encouragement. I was uplifted to meet some of the students, and chat to them about their work. Their achievements led me to walk away with a heap of hope and optimism.