Let's take a stereotypical blonde female running away from demons, make her turn around and kick their ass. |
‘You think you know
what’s to come... what you are. You
haven’t even begun.’ Joss Whedon, ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’.
Ok, ok, the quote may or may not be an indication
of binge watching said TV show, but my goodness I’d forgotten what an impactful
quote it was. I’m also reminded of my flirtation with dark romanticism; when I
thought it would be very cool to be a vampire or some sort of Transylvanian concubine.
Well, I say vampire, but I mean a vegan one, or a vampire with a blood
intolerance… Essentially, I’d take the living forever and being ultra badass,
just without all the killing and blood-letting. (Although, if you’re not
drinking blood and killing people and you have a baby face, then I don’t really
think you can use the words ultra badass – in fact, I don’t think you can even
say badass. Equally, I wouldn’t want to be likened to Edward from Twilight; I like
to think I’d have more sass than him. I’ll ponder on this.)
Anyway, that period of my life is also reflective
of the quote above. I was around 22 years old when I first heard it and I
hadn’t even come out yet… But I knew it was coming. My
self-realisation/actualisation was all part of the journey, and I remember
thinking that coming out would be the final piece completing the Corina puzzle.
I think it’s ok to take a meaningful quote about a vampire-slaying hero
ultimately becoming a much more powerful and awesome version of herself and
apply it to little old me studying Sports Coaching and Rehabilitation and
thinking she might fancy girls. That’s the beauty of Joss Whedon’s writing, he
really does speak to your soul – or at least he spoke to mine. It’s a clever
metaphorical play on demons (aka the Big Bad), strong independent female
characters and having a resilient moral
compass. And, of course, there’s the blonde badass woman who gets to punch evil
things in the face.
Lately, I’ve felt a bit like I’m 22 again, not
because I’m out partying every night (although, apparently, Facebook implies
otherwise – see social media tripe)… It’s more about feeling that I’m at a
crossroads again. When I was in Perth, I had
sold everything from
my past ‘life’; I literally owned a few boxes of stuff. I
remember sitting in my room surrounded by a few boxes thinking, who am I? And
why in my late 30's am I asking myself that question? Surely by now I should have figured
things out? Why did a fully furnished house and a partner make me feel like I
knew who I was? How terribly materialistic! Why am I talking to myself in my
head? Have I lost my mind?
A
couple of sad events have happened recently, and it was while listening to the
quote above that I thought I should do something brave – a solo road trip – which
might not be saving people from burning buildings or thrusting a stake
heroically through vampire hearts, but for little old me it feels brave. Then I
thought of my cousin’s wife and how she was a hero donating her organs after
passing away from a stroke, to save other people. I also thought of my Uncle
Peter who is also a hero, fighting MND every day. I wanted to do a little
something for them both, so I thought what better way than to dress as one of
my ultimate heroes and be Batman (Wonder Woman’s attire would have been obscene
in my current shape, and Superman doesn’t have a cool mask) to raise money for
the Brain Research Trust*, while pushing myself out of my comfort zone and
travelling solo even further off the chart. I will be driving around Great
Ocean Road and covering just over 500km, 200km section of that will be as
Batman around some key tourist spots!
Having
always been secretly jealous of kids being able to wake up in the morning and
tell their mums they want to dress as Queen Elsa or Spiderman – or any other
fantasy character – for the day, I’m also going to have a lot of fun doing it.
At my sister’s wedding, I was majorly jealous of a small child dressed as a
storm trooper – so I figure it’ll be good for me to wake up and randomly dress
as Batman.
Proof of me at Bells Beach, Great Ocean Road, dressed as Batman. |
I’m actually a little excited, as well as nervous, about sticking out like a sore thumb along Australia’s Great Ocean Road. But I’m thinking of it as a journey that will push my own personal boundaries, inspired by the above quote, and keep me pushing myself whilst trying to do something worthwhile – not quite like Buffy – raising funds to research possible causes and treatments for neurological conditions. I couldn’t be there for my cousin as we are on opposite sides of the planet, and hope this is a way to show that he is constantly in my thoughts.
I
am taking some time out and my mini break from 1 September (which will probably
be long gone by the time this is published), means I will also be throwing
myself into working on my book, which, as you know is now in edit, or in utero
as I affectionately like to say. We’re about a third of the way through now,
and I have a brilliant editor who has been a massive help on my journey and is now
doing more hours per month. So the good news is that things are looking up for
having the book ready to approach publishers with by the end of the year. It is
starting to look and feel more like a proper novel, rather than a first draft of
ideas thrown onto a page! As you know, the blog is to entice you into one day
reading the said novel. It has been a long and perilous (not really, but I
wanted to add some excitement) journey. Thanks to Sophie, it is starting to
become a more polished reality, and thanks to Fi, who is sanity checking the
readability of the story.
*If
you’d like to donate, you can through Justgiving, because me, as Batman,
journeying alone along the Great Ocean Road is a little ‘out there’, when I’d rather
be blending into the background. In fact, I don’t know why I even said out loud
that I would do it: but in a fortnights time I’ll be standing out like a
giant polar bear in the outback. By the time this is published, you’ll be able
to see evidence that I’ve completed the challenge!
Written by Corina Hawkins, soon-to-be author, and edited
by Sophie McClelland.