October 28th, 2021Kyle’s Rant

“IT is what it is.” What bottom feeding, low-life, full of bovine excrement idiot came up with that saying? What does it even mean?
Is it just another way of filling in the speech blanks like when you say “um”, allowing your brain to catch up on the next nugget of wisdom that your mouth is about to unload into the universe of deadwood announcements?
I have heard a lot of the aforementioned ubiquitous statements whirling around over the past 20 months and I am tired of them. In fact, I am tired period. The pandemic has been a tragic event and one I hope we don’t have repeated for a while, certainly in my lifetime anyway. Granted, “it is what it is” is an expression used to characterise a frustrating or challenging situation that a person believes cannot be changed and must just be accepted.
But a lot of us did rise to the challenge. Admittedly we took different paths but I have found “it” has brought out the best in a lot of people – those I think of as water – finding different paths to carve out how they run their lives and develop their businesses.
Last edition in The Local we threw it open to the community through social media to thank people who had made a difference to them and now I would like to thank my own pit crew, those who backed me up so I could do my bit to keep this juggernaut of a publication whirring along.
Of course, the TL crew goes without saying. Those bunch of creatives, wordsmiths, and rock and roll stars that each have a hand to play in the production of TL.
However, as I have gotten older and landed in the middle-age bracket I have needed a pit crew to keep my body and mind on track. (And kiddies listen up. Uncle Kyle is here to tell you growing older doesn’t happen overnight, time sort of slips away and it just happens.)
Anyway, the first of my three pit crew members comes from my weekly Pilates class. During the many lock-downs instructor Erin Richardson, a Daylesford-based rockstar, “pivoted” into Zoom classes to keep me and my classmates flexible. (God, I hope pivot ends up in the abyss of time…)

The next and certainly not in any order is massage therapist Fiona Harris, who once every month or so, deals with the knots that eight hours a day behind a computer screen produce in your neck.
The next and most recent addition to the pit crew is Annie from Yogabout who has enlightened my chakra. Granted, a bit weird for a grumpy old bloke chanting “Hari Om” in his active wear, but an activity I will undoubtedly get used to and certainly good for the tangled bunch of nerve endings I call my brain.
The last and again certainly not in any priority are the deliverers of fun-flavoured booze to my doorstep from Cellarbations in Daylesford – you lads rock.
Pit crew thank you one and all, rant over…

Ed’s note: Hmm. I note I did not gain a mention. And that’s fine. For me. For Kyle, well that’s not going to end well…just sayin’… 🙂