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Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Midweek bliss

Image by Krista Keltanen

♥ Long drawn out morning coffee ♥ Jeans and t-shirts ♥ Ugg boots, not stilettos ♥ Dinner cooked at lunch time ♥ Daytime TV (I know, probably won’t happen, but it could) ♥ Writing all day ♥ Afternoon naps ♥ Midweek laughs with my bestie (I can’t wait to sit on her deck in the sunshine and whittle away the hours chatting) ♥ Breakfast sitting down, not eaten on the run ♥ Dog walks, shop runs ♥ Afternoon tea in the sun ♥ Phone chats ♥ I might even get through my email for once! ♥ Reading, oh I can’t wait to lay on the lounge with a good book, during the day, midweek (this is so novel I can’t even imagine what this will feel like) ♥ No rushing ♥ No peak hour traffic ♥ No watching the time every five minutes for the first two hours of my day ♥ Phone on silent. House silent. Head silent. ♥

Three weeks and counting. My life as I have known it for 23 years will change and my heart and soul cannot wait. I can't stop smiling, thinking of the freedom that will prevail. I have loved my career and feel incredibly blessed for the opportunities I have been presented with (truly blessed), but I am ready.

At one point, when I first started to realise I no longer loved working full time, I had planned to retire when I hit 50. FIFTY YEARS OLD! That is nine years away, how would I have lasted another nine years of full time, five days a week work? Impossible. I have been ready for this for a long time. I am so glad I listened to my authentic self.

Three weeks and counting.

Sunday, 3 June 2012

Summer dreaming

Image by Ali Mitton

I know I am missing summer when I start dreaming about the ocean.

Last night I dreamt that I perched myself on someone’s beautifully manicured lawn in a beautiful leafy suburb. I unfolded a chair and just sat myself down. Within moments an Owen Wilson look-alike rocked up. He was skateboarding on the street in front of me, his blonde tousled locks bouncing around happily in the sun. Then a blonde European tourist turned up, (how do we know the background of people in our dreams?) and another, and before I knew it there was a friendly street party taking place in the middle of the day on some stranger’s front lawn under the shade of big, leafy trees. I was recording the summer capers on my iPhone, taking photos of smiling faces and the sun glistening on the bronzed shoulders of the European tourists. They were skateboarding and dancing to summer tunes, smiling faces filling up the lawn.

Before I woke up the party wound up in the ocean. Owen Wilson’s doppelgänger and the blonde tourists were riding the waves. Suddenly my nephew was present – might have something to do with the fact I spend a lot of time at the beach with him – and we were laughing and smiling at the antics of a few friendly dogs paddling around us. Dogs? Yeah I know, no idea.

My dream ended among summer smiles and splashing surf, it was the epitome of summer bliss as it is in my real world. I woke up realising it was in fact still winter.

I miss summer.

Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Upward


Image by Theo Gosselin

Friendships can be a tricky thing. Most grievances I hear from others are about misunderstandings with friends, brought about mostly by disappointment in another when expectations are not met. I don’t like expectations. Expectations only ever lead to disappointment. I approach my friendships differently, I never, ever expect anything. And in return I always find I am pleasantly surprised.

I have had the same four best friends for all of my adult life. They are very different characters, with very different backgrounds and upbringings. Each of them brings joy into my life in their own very unique way. One friend I can share my deepest fears and secrets with. We can whittle away hours and hours just talking and laughing and sharing. She is the one who gets me, who really gets me. And she celebrates who I am without judgement, in fact she encourages even my silliest sides. I can call her in despair and an hour later she has reminded me of the good in any situation or consoled me through the bad. Another friend I’ve known since birth. She knows absolutely everything about my childhood and why I am the person I am today. We have history, she is the one familiar thing throughout my entire life along with my family. My third bestie is a crazy girl who I met and loved instantly as a naive and untravelled 23 year old. She would be one of my soul mates, I have learned so many life lessons from her. She was by my side during one of my darkest times of my 20s and she single-handedly kept my head above water. We don’t talk for months and yet when we get on the phone it’s like I saw her yesterday. We have been to some crazy places and done some crazy things. A true, lifelong mate. My fourth best friend is an inspiration, she aspires to be herself and I love that about her. We connect in a way best friends do, we just do. All four of these girls bring something into my life like no other, they are all unique and I often think how amazingly fortunate I am that they choose to be around me.

From my mid 20s I started to rely less on relationships. I started to enjoy my own company and found I didn’t need to be with another to be happy. Over the years I have found I enjoy my own company more and more. I love to sit at a cafĂ© on my own, I like going to the cinema solo, and I can walk into a bar on my own and spend an hour by myself. No problem, I enjoy it. I often notice people rely heavily on others and find comfort in numbers, that’s not a bad thing, but it’s the total opposite to me. Whereby I love to spend hours with girlfriends and always walk away wiser and happier for it, I don’t need to be with others to enjoy my time. Christopher McCandless aka Supertramp hit the nail on the head for me with this quote: “You are wrong if you think that the joy of life comes principally from the joy of human relationships. God’s place is all around us, it is in everything and in anything we can experience. People just need to change the way they look at things.” This resonates heavily with me. I think the expectation of others to make us happy is only going to wind up in disappointment. Friendships will sweeten the ride sure, but they shouldn’t be the basis of happiness in our day-to-day lives. Well so I think.

When I hit 40 I started to realise I disliked drama. I made a conscious effort to remove anything toxic from my life. There are some people and situations we cannot avoid, granted. However if I have the power to not involve myself in someone else’s drama then that’s what I will do. I avoid drama. I avoid grumblings and negativity and moods. God I hate moods. I have little time for the niceness one minute and the grumps the next, I avoid that too. And one thing I really learned when I hit 40 was that it is totally in my power to choose who I want to be around. Those folks that constantly complain about their life but do little to change it? Avoid. Those folks that gossip incessantly about their loved ones? Avoid. Those folks that belittle others to satisfy their own insecurities? Avoid. And it really is that simple. Your life, your power, your choice.

As I grow up (I am still growing) I realise time truly is precious. I don’t want to devote my time to toxic friendships or toxic people, I just don’t. And that’s okay, that’s my choice. I want to navigate my life in the direction of all that is warm and sincere. I strive to be that way myself, and I believe you do get what you dish out. So while I am not perfect, in fact far from it, I am learning, I am trying. And it is nice to know I have such beautiful, sincere friends holding my hand along the way.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Self-love soiree - a whole lot of nothing

Image by Raelene Gene

There is something about appearing to have all balls juggling nicely in the air. Everything is in sync, kid is fed and dressed, house is spic and span, work is done promptly and I leave the office smiling knowing all is good, to come home to dinner already prepared over the weekend as I am all over it.

And then for the other 95% of the time my ducks fall out of line. Washing is piled high, floors are filthy and kid is fed noodles for breakfast. Aside from always getting out the door in time for school and my work being completed, I pretty much fly by the seat of my pants for the rest. And you know what? I like it that way. I hate the pressure we place on ourselves to be amazing, to be organised and primped and on time and organised. I like disorganised sometimes. I like filthy floors and spending my weekend being with my boys instead. I like that this past weekend I did not undertake a single bit of housework. Zero. I enjoyed some text banter with friends, some long chinwags on the phone, some reading and writing, and lots of nothing. I put a load of washing in at 10pm on Sunday night (because I seriously had to) and I may have watered the gardens. That’s it.

Every so often it’s okay to drop one of those balls. I think it is actually healthy. I made a conscious decision last weekend to not worry about the abode, and I spent more time focusing on my family. When my niece came to visit I sat next to her on the lounge and we talked iPad apps. For once I wasn’t cooking and cleaning and organising my life, I was talking to her. And it felt wonderful. The house looks a mess now but do I care? Not really.

There is always tomorrow.

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cake crumbs and beach sand


Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Self-love soiree - photography love

cake crumbs and beach sand


Whenever I talk about self-love I often mention that the act of self-love does not necessarily involve material things. It is my belief that self-love is more about taking responsibility for yourself and making time to do things that bring you most joy, rather than spoiling yourself with material possessions. Although I do know acquiring material possessions can also bring one joy.

A lot of girls I know get very excited about shopping trips. I personally don’t get my kicks from clothes shopping, in fact I loathe it. I hate the time it takes and I hate being stuck inside a mall when I could be outside enjoying the fresh air. I also hate the idea of having to try stuff on, for me it is more a time-wasting chore that I avoid. I do however find joy in grocery shopping – I look forward to my Saturday morning supermarket aisle time. I think it is more about the way I spend it not rushing and can just be alone with my thoughts and my shopping trolley. Odd I know.

A material possession which brings me great joy however is my camera. I find myself propelled into a happy space when I am behind the lens, for me it is a wonderful outlet for my creative side. I can spend hours, literally hours, setting up props and tweaking the lighting to take photos of food. Putting aside tasks and chores to spend an entire Sunday morning taking photos is my little bit of self-love. And one I thoroughly enjoyed this week.

I decided, after many months of deliberation, that I would spoil myself and get my hands on a macro lens. I knew it would make my photos pop, but I had no idea just how much. I am still in the very, very early learning stages of photography, I need many lessons and experience yet to be anywhere near ‘good’ enough in a technical sense, but I love the way it transforms me into creative me. I was anxious about spending money on a new lens, I know this hobby could get very expensive. But I used the excuse that it is my birthday this week. And so the guilt of spending that money on a lens gradually diminished. And then the first (unedited) photos propelled me into self-love bliss.


Sometimes I need to remind myself that splurging on something that isn’t necessarily ‘useful’ but more something I ‘want’ is okay. My husband and I are both very focused on paying bills and reducing debt, mostly what we earn goes towards our mortgage and practical things for our home. We drive very old cars as we’re reluctant to commit to car finance. In some ways I am proud of that, but very occasionally I need to remind myself that we work our butts off and we deserve to spend on ourselves too. So this week I did.

And damn it feels good.


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And so another linky for my self-love lovers. It's super easy - do something wonderful for yourself and write about it. Or group some photos of small moments that have brought you joy this week, whatever has made you smile. Add my button (code is below) to your post and pop your link in below. Then head on over and check out another self-love lover and share in their joy. Let's spread the smiles!


cake crumbs and beach sand


Sunday, 11 March 2012

Happy birthday to me!

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A lot of people aren't happy about turning 40, I have to say I loved it. This past year has been my most productive yet in terms of self-development and self-awareness. As I approach my 41st birthday I look back on the past year as one of realisation and growth. 

My ‘oh crap I’m getting old’ year was 26. I really struggled with the thought that I was approaching 30. In my early 20s I thought 30 was OLD. I used to look at 30-somethings as old. So when 26 arrived I had some fun trying to make myself feel ‘young’ again. 30 was awesome. I got married at 29 and had my son at 30; this is when I really started to feel alive, and happy. And although the decade of my 30s was a happy one, I did also go through some of my most difficult years which resulted in me embarking on my path of self-development.

40 brought about a more mature me, one that didn’t feel the need to impress others or behave a certain way to please others. Self-awareness raised its head and I liked it. I learned to speak my mind and to express myself more. This past year has seen me take back my power and start realising and accepting my self-worth. I like it. I like the wisdom that comes with age.

So as I hit 41 (ok that does sound old) I don’t really wish for much. When my husband asked what I would like I honestly couldn’t think of a thing. I have all that I need and want. My only wish would be for continued fulfillment and happiness for me and my family. I approach it with positivity and lots of drive. 

As part of my birthday month I have decided to donate all proceeds from my eBook The Self-Love Guide for the Working Mum for the month of March to Cate Bolt's Ringdikit project. You can read more about that here. So if you don't have a copy of my eBook yet, now is the time! Or, why not buy your best friend or sister a copy. Not only will they get a gift in my eBook you'll be contributing to a very worthy cause.

Happy birthday to me!