With the possible exception of relationships with boyfriends in recent years, I’ve learnt my limit for dealing with bullshit or ‘whatever’ is four years.
There are some houses I’ve lived in for four years and I’ve moved when landlords wanted to renovate and sell, or just sell. I’ve now been where I am for four years and about to sign a lease for a fifth year. The last three years, the rent has been inching upwards to ridiculous.
But to other things, such as my voluntary efforts, I generally throw myself in and do that original assessment.
- What am I doing?
- What needs doing?
- What needs to change so I can do this?
- What can or do we need to achieve by being here?
- Is it achievable?
- Am I being respected and supported?
When you put it into those terms, four years seems like a long time, right? So, it is with great frustration at this year’s AGM of the Self Advocacy group, I’m part of that I’m resigning from my role as Treasurer.
I’m not a quitter generally, so it really leaves me unsatisfied and frustrated and grumpy.