Some days are most definitely stones!
Sue Brooks October 5th, 2010
I reckon that every day should be a good day. That being alive is simple reason enough to be ever thankful and positive and to go about living life fully with a smile and a cheery disposition. Easier said than done sometimes I find.
Lately the grey skies have reflected my mood. Several lives taken on our roads before their time and a trying time in Council have conspired to find me somewhat gloomy. Also we have to relocate our shop again after only 3 months so that is a total pain also.
Watching the news doesn’t help either with story after story of negative gloom and doom! But the icing on the cake was another round of let’s simply sack Council and me hitting some solid brick walls at Council. The Courier Mail has taken the story to sack Councils to the blogosphere with hundreds of comments reflecting a great community dissatisfaction with both our State and Local Governments. Then on the local Fraser Coast Forums Blog I’m copping a serve for driving a Council owned Prius and my every word and utterance comes back to bite me. Par for the course really when one decides to take on a public role but what makes life really hard for me is when I don’t live up to my own expectations.
I can understand community dissatisfaction but I decided to put my hand up as an elected member truly believing I had something to offer. That I could somehow make a difference to the people around me and help them. I wanted to work hard to make our region a better place and I believed I had some skills that I could contribute.
So what really hurts is when I feel like a failure to myself. Right now I am failing to help a resident with flooding problems as I’m told we ‘need a legal opinion’ and generally speaking Council doesn’t involve itself in inter allotment drainage issues. Next is a woman who bought what she thought was a shop but now finds it isn’t and to have it rezoned etc would be very difficult and probably cost thousands (current Planning Scheme rules even though the shop has been a shop for years and years) . Then a neighbour wants to build a shed but can’t as Council Planning Scheme rules says no. If you had built your shed when you bought your land all would have been well but hey the rules have changed now. Another pensioner finds she still owes Council money that she can’t possibly afford to pay in a lump sum and ‘the rules’ make it difficult for us to treat this case with compassion. A case of whats good for one is good for all it seems….. Another neighbour wants to run a fruit and veg stall from his house and reckons he should be able to but he can’t. The rules say no and his neighbours say no but now he is circumventing the rules by holding weekly fruit and vegie ‘garage sales’. The neighbours are not happy.
Then I learn that the SEMP process and applications for sand pushing trials in two small spots along our foreshore are dragging out beyond the time frames originally envisaged due to a myriad of reasons beyond my control.
So the days when I feel like a failure at every turn are the hard days. The days when I can’t change the rules. The days when through no direct fault of their own residents face bureaucratic brick walls that cost them financailly and emotionally and directly effect their quality of life. The days when I fail to convince my colleagues to support changes or decisions that I feel are needed. The days when I want to rip up our Planning Schemes and throw them away as they make life harder and harder for people instead of making life simpler and more straightforward. The days when I question whether I’m ‘good enough’ are the trying days. I think all of us share that need to feel that we make a difference or that we contribute in some small positive way to the world we live in.
So there. Maybe my public grizzle will help me pick up and carry on and just get on with it. Back to battle for common sense and for reasoned positive outcomes regardless of the situation and to try to influence change for the better.
But if you see me on a bobcat gaily pushing sand back up to our foredunes you will know that I’ve probably totally cracked and lost my marbles…. but hey maybe that is one way of getting some action. So has anyone got a bobcat and a few spare hours?



