2016 a major memory is that I decided to retire from public education. Half of me wanted to half of me didn't want to. It is the process of human growth and emotional growth and every other way one can grow. Accepting is the key. Accepting the choices we have made and learning from the choices mistakes and all. Quoting one of my favorite verses. "There is a time for everything under heaven. "
The connection between baking and rebuilding identity after academia really resonates. What struck me most was how you dove into 100% rye as your first loaf - that kind of fearless experimentation actually mirrors the best parts of academic curiosity without the institutional toxicity. I had a similiar moment leaving a different kind of structured enviornment and found that cooking gave me control over processes and outcomes in a way that felt both immediate and forgiving.
I had to look through old photos to find my 2016. The older you get, the faster years go and the more seems to get packed into the years! It was the year after I took redundancy from my permanent “lifetime” job (dietitian in a public hospital) - which had taken a lot of blood sweat and tears to get to (going to Uni as a sole parent with 4 kids, etc), but the politics of public health and the people who rise to the top were so toxic…
I then enrolled on impulse in a postgrad course on counselling at a different Uni, and by the end of the year my payout ran out and I went back to Dietetics but at a private hospital.
So - a year of changes.
Also my second grandchild was born, her family moved down from Darwin to live near me, so life got busy, baking bread, and Pete, my best ever dog, had a stroke. He died in 2017.
2016 a major memory is that I decided to retire from public education. Half of me wanted to half of me didn't want to. It is the process of human growth and emotional growth and every other way one can grow. Accepting is the key. Accepting the choices we have made and learning from the choices mistakes and all. Quoting one of my favorite verses. "There is a time for everything under heaven. "
The connection between baking and rebuilding identity after academia really resonates. What struck me most was how you dove into 100% rye as your first loaf - that kind of fearless experimentation actually mirrors the best parts of academic curiosity without the institutional toxicity. I had a similiar moment leaving a different kind of structured enviornment and found that cooking gave me control over processes and outcomes in a way that felt both immediate and forgiving.
I had to look through old photos to find my 2016. The older you get, the faster years go and the more seems to get packed into the years! It was the year after I took redundancy from my permanent “lifetime” job (dietitian in a public hospital) - which had taken a lot of blood sweat and tears to get to (going to Uni as a sole parent with 4 kids, etc), but the politics of public health and the people who rise to the top were so toxic…
I then enrolled on impulse in a postgrad course on counselling at a different Uni, and by the end of the year my payout ran out and I went back to Dietetics but at a private hospital.
So - a year of changes.
Also my second grandchild was born, her family moved down from Darwin to live near me, so life got busy, baking bread, and Pete, my best ever dog, had a stroke. He died in 2017.