It's astonishing how life moves on us: ebbs, flows, shifts, changes in the dance of life. How some things stay the same while others move on, and others change so rapidly it's hard to remember they were ever another way. Sometimes we get the gift of glimpsing down an old road, seeing the path taken and living in a moment of Wow at the beauty of Divine orchestrations through the incredible unknown.
Today I'm in North Melbourne, sitting with my latte and paper in the very spot where I sat each day with my latte and paper and lunch for almost two years at my very first job at the age of nineteen. I look out the window of this cafe - now moved two doors down from where it used to administer my daily caffeine - and see the same view I saw at my very first job interview, the same spot where I cried, laughed, teased, joked, harassed and was harassed, shared my traditions, ate lunch, told stories, dreamed big, had my ambitions trodden on, sold shoes and learned everything I could ever imagine about the school of business, corporate Bs, cooperation, friendship and yes, plenty of patriarchy. It's a space where a 19 year old girl became a businesswoman, and despite the tears and hardships, one I would never take back in a million years. I sit here with my same soy latte and feel the healing course through my veins as all the pain transmutes into medicine, the teachings into a blessing of the warrior I've become today. This job was my first place I was seen as an adult, my own person. I had my first hangover, did my first uni assignment, bought my first car, all in this sacred spot. It's all I can do to throw up my arms to the heavens and say Thank You, thank you North Melbourne. Thank you Flemington Road, thank you for teaching me so beautifully.