Yesterday was Australia Day. Normally celebrated with pride by the majority of the nation. You would see the Aussie flag flying free in suburban streets.
But times have changed.
Many of our indigenous brothers and sisters call it a day of mourning. Not a day of celebration. Very few Australia Day posts yesterday on social media. More about the protests and 'paying rent'. (Look it up if you're not sure what I'm on about).
As a child I was taught it was to celebrate all that is great about our country. The freedom, beaches, country, food, and diverse wildlife. Then as I got older it was all about Triple J's hottest 100, drinking and backyard cricket. You would spend the day with your mates drinking and eating adorned in the Aussie flag. Carefree and fun no matter what your race or origin. Aboriginal, Islander, immigrant, it didn't matter. Around this time I was living in Townsville in North Queensland, where Aussie pride is strong.
Living in Brissy now and in my early 40s with no idea what to do. Don't want to upset my indigenous friends. Respecting and acknowledging our past. I also want to celebrate the amazing country we live in. We are a multicultural nation. That in itself is amazing.
Australia day for my family was spent quietly at home. Swimming in the pool and a BBQ with our neighbours. It was getting all together. Having a quiet drink and a laugh. Socialising, is something we don't often get time to do.
Change the date
There is a call to change the date of Australia Day, which in most polls, Aussies are happy to do so, me included. The trick will be to find the right one that is inclusive for all. Not just white Australia or indigenous. A date that celebrates our multiculturalism where hopefully we can all hang out and celebrate in full swing with no prejudice.