#1610 Day 112 of getting there: okay with nothing

I’ve trained myself to always be productive.

And I’m so skilled at it, it’s engrained in my system.

I almost, can’t be unproductive… ever.

As soon as I have a spare moment… “What can I do?”

Or,

“What should I do?”

I’ve come to learn the value of taking it easy though. To step back from responsibilities, work, go-go-go, the coulda woulda shoulda mentality.

So today while not feeling the best, I embraced the art of nothing wholeheartedly.

I did nothing.

There was no “oooh, I’ll just whip this up”

“I’ll wash this”

“Better tidy that”

“I should catch up on that”

“I really need to read that.”

Nothing. None of it. I was on the couch watching 4 eps of Riverdale…

I stepped into the back yard…

I uploaded some photos…

That’s it. The extent of my nothingness.

The difference between today’s nothing, and other forced days of nothing, was that I didn’t feel any guilt about it.

So often we’re taught that to not do something, means we are somehow failing. We’re being inefficient, unproductive, wasting time, throwing life down the drain as it were.

But to wear ourselves down to the ground is not conducive to leading a happy life.

Days of nothing are absolutely necessary.

And the fact that I’m feeling less guilt about it, is progress. 💪

#1608 Day 110 of getting there: A trip down babysitters lane

Don’t tell me pruning isn’t therapeutic.

I’ve been going to town on our front yard. Yesterday I was getting rid of weeds from one side of the yard, all these fiddly, annoying, tiny weeds that take all this major wrist action to rip out.

But then I went to the other side of the yard, along the fence, and there were these HUGE MOFO weeds… and yet they came out so easily.

When I told Hubbie last night he said “of course, the soil is softer there.”

Ahhh. That explains it.

So today I returned to the fence side of the yard.

It was soooo satisfying.

I ripped out ALL the weeds alongside the fence. They were massive, and I got them ALL OUT.

After such a massive effort, I went inside, had my babycino and coffee break with baby girl…

And then we sat on the couch, to relax and Netflix.

I was really excited, because not only was it a show I was really curious to see, but I thought it might also kind of interest baby girl.

The Babysitters Club!

When I heard the popular book series that I started reading in the 90s, was coming to the small screen via Netflix, I didn’t actually think I would watch it.

Would it suit me, NOW? This 30-something year old (emphasis on ‘something’) watching some early teen girls go through childhood woes and crushes while looking after little kids?

But then I actually read an article saying that older folk (ahem) would enjoy going back and reminiscing about the characters they loved delving into back then, while also appealing to the new middle-grade, tween audience.

Hmmm.

I know baby girl is only 6, but I felt it might be something we could meet in the middle with, and enjoy together.

I loved Ann M. Martin’s books growing up. I still have original books from the series, stashed upstairs in a box, and I told baby girl today that one day she could read them too.

I gained a lot of joy along with many other things, from reading the series growing up. This led to me appreciating the form of the story, the development of the story arc, engaged in watching the characters grow, and the sheer joy of writing which I obviously developed over the years.

The verdict from the show? I actually LOVED it. Baby girl enjoyed it too, though she asked many questions, like at the start, “where is the Babysitters Club?”

“They haven’t started it yet honey.” (In the first two minutes!)

There are plenty of themes of friendship, some mention of boys, the issues of blended families AND even the hints of eating disorders, which I know to be true to the original, because I remember coming across the theme in the books I read so long ago.

A great Netflix watch, it’s light-hearted for the younger girls in your life… or just for those of us wanting a trip down memory lane…

#1581 Day 83 of getting there: the inspirational Zoom chat

I spent my Saturday morning in a really lovely, relaxing and uplifting way.

And no, it wasn’t just because I ate breakfast on the couch (I know it’s a day off when my butt is firmly planted there as I eat my toast), and no, it wasn’t because I was in my PJs ’til past midday…

But I was in my PJs past midday, because I got majorly distracted at 11am.

I’ve done 5 online courses now with The Australian Writers’ Centre. It is truly an addictive thing if you love the craft of writing, and seriously, I can see myself doing more of them… at some point in the future.

For anyone that loves to write and wants to make it part of their work, even if you live outside of Australia, the AWC is a tremendous resource, I know.

Go to https://www.writerscentre.com.au/ for more info.

And at the moment, I think their online Zoom chats with esteemed writerly professionals are just awesome.

They have been running for a while now during iso, and the topic for this morning’s one was of utmost interest to me.

AWC founder Valerie Khoo was talking to a children’s and YA literary agent!

YA! That’s my genre. 😉

I accidentally stumbled across the Zoom chat reminder, and then started to listen… and then couldn’t put down my phone. I even asked a question about what trend publisher’s are looking for at the moment in YA, and along with getting my question answered, I walked away with so much information, tips and people to look up and read more on.

Most of all, I walked away with so much inspiration. It gave me purpose and hope and light again.

It’s a long road ahead, and it requires a heap of work. But at the same time, this morning’s Zoom chat filled me with as much excitement as it did focus, and I really feel I am on the right track.

A great frame of mind to start your morning? I’m definitely grateful for that.

#1574 Day 76 of getting there: a simple Saturday night

Tonight, no photos.

No emojis.

No GIFs.

No frills.

Just a low-key, fun night.

It’s the simple things. Like…

Pizza for dinner.

Netflix on the couch.

And a board game to follow.

Mister F stretched out on the rug near us, sleeping so peacefully…

The heater blasting.

And a roof over our head.

What more could we want?

The details?

Mexicana with pineapple, capriciossa without anchovies.

Riverdale.

Trouble!

Who won? Of course Hubbie. He’s on a freaking winning streak.

But all in all, it’s the perfect recipe for a Saturday night.

#1549 Day 51 of getting there: a horizontal sunset

Today was a long day.

I worked from home.

But I was aching.

When I finished, I skipped the schoolwork I so diligently helped baby girl with each and every day.

I lay on the couch.

She piled blankets and cushions upon me.

And I lay there through countless bold and the beautiful eps.

My back cramped. My arms and legs were achy from the odd position.

My feet just wouldn’t warm up.

So I went upstairs.

Jumped under the doona…

and fixed my gaze outwards.

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Now this wasn’t my exact view tonight, because I was too damn unwell to get my phone and take a snap, obviously.

But it was the same balcony. The same chairs outside.

The same window.

The sky wasn’t so pink… it was more golden.

Fading into the night.

The clouds were spotty and rugged, like a carpet across the sky…

slowly… slowly… moving.

You wouldn’t have thought it, not unless you were watching them. But sure enough, minute by minute, the sky changed. It grew dimmer. The clouds shifted.

The cycle of nature that we know too well, was acting in accordance.

Mother Nature. Our natural certainty. No matter what else is going on, we can depend on her to bring us light, allow darkness to fall when the world needs rest, and show us her moods through the sunshine that beams down on our faces, to the rain that patters gently on the rooftops, and the wind that can howl and take down trees.

She is definitive.

And I lay there, watching the sunset come down upon me on this angle, reminded once again that there is so much world…

And so little, US.

Perspective. ♥

#1546 Day 48 of getting there: Saturday mornings

With my old work, I never looked forward to Saturday mornings.

Because I always worked them.

Even Friday night’s were a lost cause to me. I’d spend them getting ready for the next day – making my lunch, getting my clothes ready, and telling baby girl I’d be home about 4pm.

But now… Friday night’s I’m putting my feet up.

And Saturday mornings are nice and slow.

Because I’m HOME.

I love it. ❤

Baby girl and I cuddle in bed after a good sleep in…

And then we eat breakfast, from the couch.

Because we can.

Then… wherever the day takes us.

Wherever.

Even in iso, Saturdays are superb. ❤

 

 

 

#1528 Day 30 of getting there: 90 minutes

Since all this CV started, my life has been about a few things, and these things SOLELY.

Work.

Homeschool.

Play with dolls in baby girl’s my free time.

That’s it.

Oh no, I lie. There is the cooking, the cleaning, the never-ending washing…

Yeah. Plenty of time for me in those chores. Sigh.

Sure there are benefits to working at home. No traffic. Save money on travel. Eat and drink at home.

Roll out of your bed and wear your trakkies to the desk in the morning.

But just as I am working from home, so too is baby girl schooling from home.

That means that any normal free time I might have had for my writing and personal development during non-work time when she would usually be at school, well it’s now GONE.

Any time I’ve had free… wash the dishes.

“Mum, can you play with my dolls?”

Washing.

What to cook.

“Did you finish that task?”

It’s never-ending.

So today, after finishing work, and then doing the homeschooling thing, a few more odd jobs, and YES, playing with the bloody barbie dolls…

I said to baby girl “now it’s Mummy’s time.”

Now this doesn’t always work. But I try anyway. So many times I’ve proclaimed it’s me time, only to be whinged at, nagged, prodded and pushed, and that’s not even from baby girl. 😉

So to be able to sit on the couch with laptop in the fading sunlight, and write, write and write away… for 90 minutes.

90 MINUTES!

Yep.

Well, it felt incredible.

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I was working on a future post… stay tuned for that.

But I felt so light, so free afterwards. So amazing. And I realised, this is the feeling.

This is how you feel, when you know you are doing what you are meant to do.

When you know you are doing your soul’s work.

#1521 Day 23 of getting there: Back to the Future

It felt as if time stood still for about 2 hours tonight, as we all sat down to watch a movie on the couch.

Well, time didn’t really stand still. If we did anything with time, we manipulated it.

That’s right… it was Back to the Future time!

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Pardon the overly obvious pun, but I HAD TO. After coming across the second installment of this classic 80s trilogy the other night on TV and watching the second half of it, Hubbie came home from work today actually wanting to watch the first one!

What? He wanted to watch a movie, and it was one of my faves???

I didn’t ask twice.

The box set came out!

Even baby girl got involved, and was actually intrigued for most of it, though she kept saying she liked the character of Duck best… when I told her it’s actually Doc, she said “no not Doc, Duck, the other guy!”

Time travelling movies are kind of hard to explain to a 6 year-old. I just ended with…

“It’s a bit tricky honey. You call him duck if you like.”

Ha!

Daggy pun or not, it was amazing as we all sat together to pause life, if only a bit… as we questioned the past… pondered the present… and made room for a better future. ♥

#1489 Friday movie night

When you work away from home, you really start to appreciate your days off… at home.

Friday night’s have become my little saviour.

They are mine, and mine alone. I sit on the couch after everyone has fallen asleep, and find something on TV to watch.

Tonight’s supercalifraglisticexpialidocious viewing?

Can you guess?

Well it’s not the original. Rather it’s Saving Mr. Banks, the story of how Walt Disney courted the writer of the original Mary Poppins book, P.L. Travers, into allowing him to make her original tale into a Disney classic.

The story behind the story… how could it beat the one we have grown up with and come to love?

Well it is a completely different story. One that is heart-wrenching, as it is uplifting. (Actually, that oddly has similar elements to the story it’s based on if you look hard enough).

And though Mary Poppins brings the word unique to a whole new level, the character of P.L. Travers played by Emma Thompson, is a whole other hilariously difficult character on her own.

Watching stories unfold in the comfort of my home, from my couch, at my will, has to be the greatest ‘me time’ and restorer of creativity wells there is. ♥

  • Did you know that P.L. Travers is not the real name of the Mary Poppins writer? She was indeed, Helen Goff,  and part Aussie, no less. 🙂

#1478 The laptop

Oh, it’s been a while.

My computer is at my lap yet again.

It’s not only that I love to pick and alternate all my various writer-ly positions throughout the day… sure that is rad.

Sometimes, the couch.

Sometimes, the balcony.

Sometimes, my bed.

Sometimes, the kitchen.

But all of that was taken from me last year when my laptop forcibly became a desktop due to technological malfunction (i.e. then 5 year old computer).

But today… today!

I was able to take it with me to the couch, with baby girl and Hubbie chilling nearby, and do all those things that normally would have had me bound at the desk in the other room, solo.

But not tonight. Not anymore.

You know, things like sending emails, looking for TFNs, searching for super fund numbers…

😉