Laughter is the best medicine.

Continued with my work for NZHerald today, but was then interrupted by family obligations.

Had to take Sister to airport so she could fly back to Christchurch. I actually want her back. Didn’t want her to return to Christchurch. Frankly, I don’t want anyone I know there at the moment, but that’s not going to happen.

The situation is what it is. We move on as best we can.

When I returned home finally, after running Mother on a few errands too. I finished the work I was doing and my work for the Herald came to an end.


Oh well, it was good experience and it made me realise how much I actually love what I do. I can’t wait to find a new job again. It’s given me another boost to find that job. It’s given me the momentum again.

I noticed that my writing speed has increased too. Or, the turn around from interviewing the sources to filing a story that I’m happy with.

Much quicker.

So overall, it was a good experience and I can add it to my CV.

It also got me out of the rut that I was slowly falling into without even realising. I had put everything on hold, now two weeks ago, and hadn’t started anything again. Sure you need the time off, but you can’t leave it too long.

I think I can say my healing has officially begun. I guess I will still have my days or moments over the coming months, or even years, but I’m past the initial grief. If any of you understand what I’m saying. I don’t think any of this is making any sense – and I’m the one writing it!


Anyway, had a good chuckle on twitter tonight with the #eqnzpickuplines. I was in a weird mood and it brought me out of it. Had me cracking up and in tears. I feel so much better after having a good laugh. I don’t think I have laughed like that in a long time. Especially not in the last two weeks.

I hope other people had a good laugh too. Those that possibly need it more than me.