#1141 The Retro unit

We bought a new piece of furniture today.

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Just as well it has fit in nicely housing some old records, CDs and the whole reason for its being, a place for Hubbie’s old inherited record player to sit on.

We were in the car park of the shopping centre for a good 20 minutes, trying to work out how to fit the thing into the boot, back seat, front seat of the car… and only when a family passing us went by and the Dad figure offered to help out Hubbie, did we manage to properly get the thing in.

Phew.

Thank God for lovely people.

It looks even better amidst our room than in this isolated photo. We realised once we put it in there that our lounge room is slowly taking on a bit of a boho-coastal theme…

And ain’t it lovely when things are beginning to look less living-out-of-a-box, and more, check-out-the-room-in-that-catalogue…ย ๐Ÿ™‚

#1140 Lanson, our new friend

While baby girl is learning โ€œalouette, gentille alouetteโ€ for French at school, Hubbie and I tonight were learning about LANSON.

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Something else French, monsieur. The perfect recipe for a Saturday night.

Home-made chicken burgers.

Refuge from the cold, whining wind.

Family catch-up time.

And a new French champagne. ๐Ÿฅ‚๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธ๐Ÿ˜

#1139 Letโ€™s hear it for the girls

I had the best girl sessions this afternoon and evening.

And I mean that in the most loving, nurturing, funny, compassionate and fulfilling way… not in a girl-sesh lesbian way. ๐Ÿ˜†

Not that thereโ€™s anything wrong with that.

The girls who made the second half of my day great did it naturally, casually, without great parade or gusto… it just came so easily to them.

It came so easily, because they were just being, them. And by being them, their presence immediately made me feel at home.

The first girl I had the pleasure of spending quality time with was my own one…

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After school finished, baby girl and I took our coffee break to the balcony upstairs. When she decided to forego the chairs, I followed suit, and we sat on the panelled floor together. The entire afternoon we just chilled… looked at photos together… she drew and I read… we talked… and when I was getting ready for the second part of my evening, I put pink lipstick on her. ๐Ÿ’„๐Ÿ‘„

Our afternoon together filled my soul. ๐Ÿฅฐ

But that wasnโ€™t the end of it, not by a long shot. I caught up with my high school besties for dinner at a European restaurant, and I went from coffee at home with my girl…

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… to Turkish coffee with my girls,ย at a Turkish restaurant, of course.

(Can anyone read this coffee for me? ๐Ÿ˜‰)

A day that had started with me going all Mama-bear and โ€œgrrr!โ€ at the perceived threat to my baby girl at school that morning from another not very nice girl, and then dealing with the subsequent rage and physical emotions of not knowing how to help her and driving myself MAD over it, well, it ended with a total 180 shift.

Fun. Frivolity. Laughter. D&Ms. Serious words. Thought-provoking statements. Gasps! It happened with all my girls today, and it made me so much more appreciative of the women in my life, and what they bring to me, all the time.

We need women in our life. We need them in the form of our Mothers and Sisters, Daughters and Grandmas, Cousins and…

Friends. Letโ€™s never forget friends.

Gather as many of these women as you can, and keep them in your tribe for moments when you need help, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to laugh yourself silly with when the token belly dancer decides to shake her finely toned booty near your face.

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Yes. Letโ€™s hear it for ALL the girls. ๐Ÿ‘ญ๐Ÿ‘ญ

 

#1138 The Analogy, a balcony and a Bay

There is something that I’ve learnt in recent days that I wish to share with you.

The analogy.

Often in life we want something. It can be fair to assume at every point in life, we are wanting something… be it love, a house, more money, the ideal career, friends, self-fulfilment… the list goes on and on and on.

Let’s say you are meeting someone for dinner. It’s someone you don’t know well… for arguments sake we will say it is a work colleague who you have just met. And as you wait at the restaurant for them… they are late. Increasingly late, as time goes on.

Tick tock. Tick tock.

Where does your mind go? More than likely the worst case scenario pops up.

He stood me up?

Where is she?

How could she do this to me?

What the hell?

Now let’s change things slightly.

Let’s say you are meeting a loved one for dinner. Someone you know very well. Someone you have known for most of your life.

And now, they are late.

Notice how your thoughts towards this… change.

Hmmm, maybe she got stuck in traffic. Hope she is ok.

Probably looking for parking.

He will be here soon.

I will have another drink while I wait…

Do you know what the underlying belief behind all these varying responses is?

The belief that no matter what, your loved one will be there.

They will get there.

There is no disappointment. No anger. No misplaced frustration.

Just understanding. Curiosity even.

Confidence, most of all.

And this has been rotating around in my head for a while now. The analogy that to attract the things we want, we need to treat those things like our loved ones, instead of like new work colleagues who we don’t know from a bar of soap.

Instead of being confused, resentful and unhappy when your ‘thing’ doesn’t show up…

You need to be strong in the belief that it WILL come.

It is just around the corner.

It took a wrong turn.

It got held up at that busy intersection.

It is in the toilets applying some lipstick.

And, more often than not, when you momentarily forget, and distract yourself with what to order from the menu… you will look up and your ‘thing,’ will be there, standing in front of you.

Arriving when you didn’t even notice.

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I honestly didn’t stand on the edge of the balcony, for ages. It was left over from the fear of walking onto it AT ALL for those two years that we avoided it while we waited to get it repaired. Finally when most of our kitchen reno was done we got onto it, and even after it was all well and good, and the wood was good, I still forgot that I was allowed to walk to the edge.

I got so used to being scared of the edge.

Today as I had my lunch outside in the sun, I walked right to the edge. Looked down at the ground below, watched my feet sticking out beneath the new wired barricade. Looked back up.

And there was a flash of light. Far into the Bay before me, was the tiniest glimmer of some ‘thing,’ what it was I could only speculate… and every so often, with the reflection of the sunlight, it glinted towards my eye.

I tried to locate it again. I tried and I tried. When I searched for it, it didn’t appear to be anywhere…

It appeared to be, GONE.

But then I looked away for a few moments. I looked at the road and the houses before. I looked at how I could see the outline of the coastline on the other side of the Bay. I thought of picking up baby girl for school shortly.

And when I did glance back towards the water, I noticed the glint coming from off the side of where it had originally been… it had moved… it was closer to the shore.

It was still glinting.

Shining.

For only a moment.

But it was there. Coming closer to me when I wasn’t watching.

And that my friends, is my lesson for you, and for me.

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#1137 Something, anything…

What do I write about?

What do I choose to post gratitude about?

Or rather the question should be, what can I post gratitude about?

What good ‘thing’ can I find, in a day where…

I have experienced a long-awaited rejection…

I have felt unnecessary wrath from delusional folk…

I have cried tears I didn’t know were there…

I have discovered my constant emotions, being flat, unwavering and in a state of chronic stress…

I have listened and listened and wondered, when will someone listen to me…

I have become overwhelmed by the complexity of life… it is all too much… there is too much happening… it will never be my turn.

HOW DO I FIND GRATITUDE IN THAT?

Let me at least, try.

I have experienced a long-awaited rejection… failure is the path to success.

I have felt unnecessary wrath from delusional folk… they are delusional and just, let them be mad.

I have cried tears I didn’t know were there… better out than in.

I have discovered my constant emotions, being flat, unwavering and in a state of chronic stress… I am now aware and can act to rectify my physical and emotional state.

I have listened and listened and wondered, when will someone listen to me… I need to make them listen.

I have become overwhelmed by the complexity of life… it is all too much… there is too much happening… it will never be my turn.

Just breathe… it is the end of a long day… don’t over-analyse… tomorrow will be here soon.

Every one gets their turn.

And just like that. Though I’m not completely transformed… I think I just found my somethings…

 

 

#1136 Forever a teenager, ‘JP-shipper’…

I think my teenage self will live in me forever.

I can easily switch between the latest crime drama, Sex and the City shenanigans, some murder-mystery show from the 1800s… and then plonk myself on the couch for some good ‘olย  –

Angel.

Buffy.

Or like today, Dawson’s.

Can I just ask, is there any other show out there where the show’s title character comes to be so hated and annoying as the series goes on?

Poor Dawson ๐Ÿ˜†

Do you know then where I stand on the Dawson-Joey-Pacey love triangle that develops in season 3?

I will tell you this answer… I am STILL holding out for a Joshua Jackson and Katie Holmes real-life romantic reunion.

Hey, it happened for them once before… and you know, there is another high-profile couple who dated on-screen before they finally got together off-screen many years later…

(Ahem, Mila and Ashton).

So while I hold out, one of the sweetest scenes between two of my favourite Creek couples repeated on TV today.

And when it is so cold out, the wind is raging and you are trying your best to warm the depths of your soul with coffee, well this scene of the brunette couple fighting against their emotions takes the cake, EVERY TIME.

Please. Enjoy…

I too, will always remember everything.

Joey and Pacey 4 EVA. ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ’—

#1135 Her affectionate nature no.4

She found me silent lying down on the couch, face first.

Matching my own volume, she began to stroke my back in a massage-like way, up and down.

“Aww, thanks honey, that’s so sweet of you.”

At my encouragement her gentle caresses turned into heavy kneading near my shoulder blades.

“Argh… too much.”

๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜†๐Ÿ˜† That’s my girl ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‰๐Ÿ’—