Sometimes, It Takes A Shutdown

I didn’t release a newsletter when it was ‘due’ on Thursday, for the first time since I began writing Mindbodies Decolonised 18 months ago.

At the writing of my last newsletter, I was feeling energised and hopeful. I had moved through the most consistently painful moments after my miscarriage, and I was engaging with my identity and heritage in ways that were hugely nourishing. Then I got ill. It was ‘only’ a cold. But it took me out. I felt so awful, I tested for COVID, but it was negative. It lasted over a week, and the congestion still lingers, as does a sore throat that will not shift. As I am working for myself, I did not take any time off. My clients had been understanding when I rescheduled during my miscarriage, and I have no one else to take on my work. The work I was able to book for this last quarter provides half the earnings I will make this calendar year - earnings that take me into ‘living wage’ territory for the first time since leaving the corporate world.

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