A day of two halves
As I was driving up to Cardiff this morning I really was not in the best place. There has been an influx of deaths recently in my circle, along with an impending CT scan combined with a blood test which I know will tell me my tumour markers are still rising. I was not feeling particularly in the mood to be in a space where red tape seems to exist for the hell of it.
There were a few factors which had wobbled me before the petitions committee meeting today and I was starting to feel a little messed around. Everything seemed a little ad-hoc and rushed last minute, despite having 31 days to prepare.
I heaved myself out of the car and took a little stroll to the bay front and sat overlooking the water with a cup of tea. I kind of âphased outâ for about 5 minutes, just feeling the Autumn sun on my cheeks and going down a hypothetical rabbit hole of what would need to start going wrong for me to end up like Sally, Wendy and Nina. God... I hate it when I have a scan coming up. Reality quickly snatched me back with a pocket buzz, it was Mags. She was waiting to meet me outside the Senedd, it was only 12.55. Great stuff! â we can chat while we wait. â
Approaching the glass monolith butterflies started whirring in my gut until I noticed Mags as a little pinpoint in black, dead centre. She formed a âYâ shape from afar as she greeted me, l did chuckle at her big smile and instantly felt at ease.
We went through security and walked into the main hall. We were both dwarfed by an incredible swirling wooden pillar right in the centre, it kind of looked like a tree trunk. So, this is where Welsh democracy happens? The hall was quiet but self-assured. We were greeted immediately by friendly staff and wasnât waiting long until we were greeted by members of the petitions committee. They were very polite and apologised for the handover date short notice and explained their reasoning. I felt a little bad for moaning earlier. Then they mentioned the reason why the chair couldnât be there â there had been a bereavement, wow, I felt like an arsehole! By the time the committee met my guard had come all the way down and I felt about a million miles from myself just an hour ago. Mags gave me a supportive tap on the knee when they were discussing the petition â you can watch the speedy proceedings here: â
We were absolutely thrilled and I was truly humbled once again, I really am learning every day. Things are not perfect; I need to remind myself of this often. So long as we are shuffling in the right direction, I think it is important to balance out being critical with being thankful, otherwise you can end up a little bitter.
âWe will learn of the new handover date and debate date later in the week, I am really hoping people turn up. |
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