Life’s Sweet Regrets…..(Katherine Humphreys)

Mum and I - Raising Money for Breast Cancer Awareness on Mother's Day

Ahhhh life’s sweet regrets. I pose the question, should I (we) be having regrets at 25… already? I mean, sure, we’ve all had those moments where we think “I WISH I hadn’t done that” but we subsequently move on, and the memory doesn’t scar us in ways that repeat for years following.

I know at 18, I thought 25 year olds had it made; they were (generally speaking) in a stable relationship, money in the bank, house on the horizon, travel under their belt and career blossoming. Taking into account that people mature at different rates, at what point do we really need to have our ’sh*t together’?

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100 Days (by Katherine Humphreys)

100 days…. is here! I’m relishing at the thought of passing the first milestone with flying colours. Yes, I’ve experienced plenty in the last 3 or so months. There have been moments of indecisiveness; there have been moments of happiness, sadness and overwhelming confusion. But there has been one constant, passion.

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The Ex-Factor (KHumphreys)

Canberra… it’s literally is 1 degree of separation.

I mean, if you break up with someone that lives in Canberra… chances are, you’re lucky if you get past the one month mark without bumping into, their family, their best friend, or them.

To be honest, I don’t’ want to be all ‘D-town’ with my entry – I just want it noted that this week was tough.

Ex’s are exes for a reason.

But when they still manage to wash away the anger and resentment with a flash of a smile, it’s like your whole world falls apart from the inside.

I knew it was going to happen. It’s Canberra.

And I’d played it out in my head about a thousand times.

But the rehearsals didn’t make the final cut; I almost crumbled under the pressure.

Enter life saver #1 – Sobriety Challenge/HSM.

Thursday night – I can actually guarantee that the 2009 Katherine would have already been at least 6 drinks deep, emotionally unguarded as a result, and tears and embarrassment would have ensued.

The 2010 Katherine, was composed, polite, amicable, seething on the inside, but proud of herself. I looked good.

I’m not going to lie, it was awkward. It was tough. For the last 4 days, the ramifications of that night have overflowed into my 2010 personal life. It is potentially damaging something beautiful I have with someone else.

What I’ve learnt is:

• That running doesn’t fix anything.
• Masking my pain with alcohol, and numerous other distractions delays the obvious.
• I can choose to feel the way I want to feel.

Thursday night stabbed me in the gut, it wacked me in the head, it slightly penetrated my heart – but I walked away just that little bit stronger; just that little bit more proud; and just a little more wise; and on the road to recovery.

I said that HSM was going to be journey – with many obstacles. I can’t even thank myself enough for accepting this challenge; for me. It’s moments like these, that clarity and lucidity of sobriety are my best friends.

Vodka Highschool (Katherine Humphreys)

Vodka Highschool

Location: The Ox Nightclub – Bathurst, NSW
Event: Best Friend’s Birthday
Clientele: Liquorice Allsorts
Music: Electro/Top40/Harrowing remix’s of quality R&B
Opinion: Read on.

I went out clubbing for the first time this year on Saturday night and I experienced a night in which, if I could have had a dollar, for every woman in the place who had something negative to say about another woman who was in the club, I’d be half way to New York right now, on a Jimmy Choo shopping spree.

In the past, how I failed to notice that nightclubs resemble somewhat of a high school hierarchy, doesn’t escape me: thankyou, alcohol.  Saturday night I felt like I was the new kid, on the first day of school, who hadn’t hit puberty yet, and had let her mother dress her. (No offence mum)  Needless to say, I felt awkward. 

I was uncomfortable from the moment I set foot into the nightclub, until my 1am exit. I suspected I was being judged every minute of the night. It was only when I was able to conceal myself within the masses on the dance floor that I felt I could relax. I’m not sure why I was on my guard the whole night. It probably had something to do with not wanting to get another drink spilt on my dress, or that I was actually trying to control myself from punching out the obnoxious 18 year old turbo’s that were spouting racist and sexist taunts towards another group, or that fact that the ladies bathroom was an avenue for every female in the club to congregate and tear strips of other women in the club, just to make themselves feel better. It was like high-school ALL over again. Only everyone was maggot, and had no filter on their opinions.

I asked myself this question, numerous times throughout the evening. Is this what I am like every time I go out on the turps? Conclusion: Probably.

I saw a fight between a group of young guys, probably over a girl – but you could sense the bouncers ‘fed up’ attitude with the repetitiveness of it.

 I saw a pretty girl spew, or at least watched her run into the stall, and deduced that conclusion from the painful sounds she was making.

 I saw a girl be publicly humiliated by; I’m assuming her casual fling, who didn’t want a bar of her, as he was trying to chase another pretty blonde in the other room.

 I saw 95% of the female population complain, or walk with difficulty due to their foot attire. (I am including myself in this statistic)

 I saw some horrific convulsive like dancing techniques.

 Conclusion – it was an experience that I had been dreading, and avoiding, but am glad that I managed to get through it fairly unscathed.

It’s not an experience I will be in a hurry to repeat, but I do feel that it is something I will need to work on throughout the year. My self perception, and esteem took a bit of a battering, but jumping in the deep end will only help me, not hinder. It is amazing how, in the past, with a couple of liquid courage’s’ under my belt, the insecurities fade, and the confidence exudes. I am looking forward to the days when this is the attitude I have, but with the clarity of sobriety.

So with that in mind, and another achievement under my belt, I will continue to challenge and push myself out of my comfort zone and be proud of what I have achieved so far.

Stay tuned,

 Katherine

THIS YEAR’S FOR ME (by Katherine Humphreys)

Hello Hello! I’m Katherine, and this is my first Hello Sunday Morning blog!

I’d like to just take a few moments here to introduce myself, and give you a bit of insight into my world, and how being a part of Hello Sunday Morning is going to help shape my life in a more positive way.

I am 24 years old, a Uni student, and a stereotypical socialiser that relates to both these demographics. Truth be told, I am a total party girl.

I was born on the tropical island, Christmas Island off the coast of Perth, and I now live in Canberra, ACT. If you ask my Dad, he’ll tell you “I knew she was going to be tough, when she walked up to me at 2 years old and handed over her favourite blanket with the proclamation “I don’t need this anymore”” – He’d say this was a pivotal moment in my life, I’d say it’s a reflection of the type of person I am today.

ENTER SPORT:
From about 8, I started playing tee-ball, modball, and softball. I loved it. It was my life. While other girls at school were talking about hair, boys and makeup – I was rocking up to school dances with shorts and an Adidas t-shirt on. I wasn’t cool, I was a ‘sporto’ – which was basically the only reason I wasn’t hassled.  I was my own person, with my Australian Olympic Softball player dreams, and an attitude to match. I lived, breathed, and slept softball. My motivation and dedication landed me in two Australian Merit teams, and a two year scholarship in Florida, USA to play softball for Manatee State College of Florida. Two of the best years of my entire life.

ENTER ALCOHOL:
My parents have always been the definitive wine connoisseurs and have taken great pride in educating their children in the joys of a full bodied Shiraz, or a crisp floral Sav Blanc. Always careful to warn the effects of over indulgence of alcohol, you could say I grew up in a household that was discerning in enjoying the pleasant taste of alcohol, and not the over-consumption.

I’m not sure exactly when my immense joy of ingesting copious amounts of booze started, but if my track record is anything to go by, my binge has been for occurring for years! It actually shocks me to write that.

From simple celebrations such as birthdays, to Christmas, to New Years, to ‘just for the hell of it’ nights, I always managed to wind up the next day with a killer hangover and a memory that was not dissimilar to that of a 90 year old woman.

I can’t even count the amount of people I’ve lost as friends, or relationships I’ve damaged all due to alcohol. It’s embarrassing. It’s shameful. It’s not the person I am in ‘Sober Land’. But I think that’s precisely why I binge. The elated confidence, the power that comes with that, combined with my leadership personality, I’m lethal.

Prior to 2010, I can’t actually remember the last time I went out dancing, or out to the city, sober. I don’t have enough fingers or toes to count the amount of times I’ve told myself to only have one or two drinks, and ended up at 15, gyrating on the dance floor with an equally inebriated partner. I’m embarrassed to write this, yet I know at the time I would have felt Queen of the court.

ENTER HSM CHALLENGE:
I am an outer layer of façade, with an inner component of normalcy. As a mid-twenties woman, with emotional baggage to boot, my biggest asset is my self preservation which comes hand in hand with my innate ability to not deal… with anything. Denial is a powerful thing. In a moment of truth, and private self honesty, I came to the conclusion in October 2009 that I had not achieved any of the goals, or dreams I had set out for myself in the last three years. The disappointment that I had ignored for so long was paramount. It was time to change. The mornings of waking up with a hangover that could actually murder a brain, needed to end. The days of having 16 hour binges and spending an entire week recovering, being in total Depressed-ville, only to be a repeat offender the next weekend, were over.

No one thought I could do it. Not even my some of my best mates. “I’d pay to see that”, “No chance, Fail” just some of the common responses. It shocked me that my party and alcohol attitude was so ingrained in my friendship circle, that my reputation preceded me, but these responses only motivated me more to prove everyone wrong. Did I mention, I love a challenge? I’ve taken my friends and family up on their ‘I’d pay to see that’ offer, and all their money, (when I’ve finished the challenge), will go to Camp Quality, to help raise money for kids with Cancer.

Through six degrees of separation, someone somewhere knew someone in HSM, who happened to know someone who wrote an article about my Sober Challenge for 2010 in the Canberra Times newspaper. It’s through this avenue that I now find myself on a journey that I can already tell will be one that is of great personal growth.

It’s been two weeks in, and I have a long road of soul searching and self motivating. If I achieve nothing this year other than the challenge of course, but to improve my self belief, self esteem, and dedication, then I am already leagues ahead of where I’ve been for the last 3 years.

 “Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear”

 Stay tuned,

 Katherine