
One of my absolute favourite sayings learned during my five years of living in the States is the phrase “…shit or get off the pot”. While it probably would be nicer and more polite to start this post with a rousing, Robin Williams’-style “carpe diem”, I think the other opener does the trick too!
Two years ago today I got the news that my wee Shed and all my precious personal possessions had been lost in the bush fires that ripped through my community in South East Tasmania. In those horrible first days, I can remember thinking I would never recover from that event. As the grief lessened, I started to become aware that I hadn’t lost everything I have, because I still have my family and friends who I love, and who love me right back. The incredible waves of support – emotional, practical and financial – that I received in the aftermath of that disaster has actually changed who I am as a person. I promise, I haven’t been watching Oprah, and am sober as I type this! It was because of that outpouring of love that I decided to organize TassiePalooza, so I can bring people who I love together for something joyous and fun rather than in response to a tragedy.
Three calendar months from today, TassiePalooza will officially be underway. Heather will have been mucking around on the island with me for 12 days; Andrew, Anni and Mandy will be a week in to their experience with some super fun pre-Palooza-ing under our belts; while Susan, Karla, Dustin and Amy will all be a few days into some serious relaxation after being scooped up at the Hobart airport on the 2nd January. We will all have already spent a night camping on the farm, partied at the big beach house celebration and hung out at the Tasmanian Devil Park. On this date, three months from now, we will all be about to go to MONA by catamaran and be preparing to leave the following day for our glorious 48 hours on the stunning East Coast.
I know some of you are still seriously considering pulling the trigger and booking flights and time off work to make this happen, and I have to strongly encourage you to do that as soon as humanly possible. As in, if you’re going to do this, do it right now. Domestic flights are starting to get expensive and less available; international flights are creeping up every day too. At this 12-weeks-out point, I’m starting to really nail down logistics for the time on the island with sorting the free accommodation and working out the best transport options as we tootle around the place, so will need to have a firm list of who’s coming as soon as possible. Of course, if any of you have a last minute change of heart, or win the lotto which means an 11th hour first-class ticket purchase is feasible, I will of course welcome you gleefully and with open arms, but the reality is if this is going to happen on an achievable budget, now is the time to book.
Life is too short… I’ve been reminded of that again during my trip back ‘home’ to the UK last month, seeing friends who I love dealing with the hardest stuff that we humans all have to deal with. We don’t know what’s around the corner for any of us, and to waste time seems to be the worst crime of all. If you want to and are able to join me this January – and god I hope you do – I promise this week long experience will be an unforgettable celebration of all the good stuff that life brings.
Carpe. Diem.
Andi x