I’ve run the gamut of emotions today, for a variety of positive and strange, Mike-only reasons. Let’s start with the positive, because the last few
I’ve learned many lessons over the last few years – but one stands out as being more important than any other – and it can be summed up with a whakataukī from my adopted homeland.
I’m not a good golfer, but I do have a claim to fame – I once hit a hole in one at the Lake Taupo Hole In One challenge and won a new set of golf clubs and trolley. It was an absolute magnificent fluke of a shot, if it had been a millimetre less mishit then it would have bounced into the lake, destined to be picked up by the local frogman, employed to pick up the spherical remnants of dashed hopes from the volcanic bed.
I wrote this exactly a year ago. Today’s passing of Ruth Bader Ginsburg, the COVID-19 world we live in and my recent redundancy makes this as relevant today as it was then – and it’s certainly given me the opportunity for re-thinking how I’m going to move forward from here.
For those of you who like your humour British, satirical and relentlessly funny Don’t Panic are words you’ve probably read before.
It’s been almost four months since I last pounded the payments around Helensville, a bit longer since I did it pain free. I didn’t realise back then just how badly my knee – or my career – was screwed.