#1607 Day 109 of getting there: footpath rainbows and sunshine’s rays

It’s chalk time again guys.

Though it’s not so clear because I didn’t go over it repeatedly, take a look at my sudden inspired thought when I took chalk to footpath with baby girl this afternoon.

It reads: “No rain, no rainbows.”

It’s become one of my favourite quotes of late. It’s so relevant, and can be transferred to anything and anyone. Also, it’s highly appropriate for what we are going through worldwide, but for me and my fellow Victorians, it feels quite personal.

Now we have the rain. When we pass this, we’ll have rainbows. 🌈

And if you don’t believe me, look at this:

Look at that sun bursting through the clouds, shining that bright glare onto the waters below.

Just look at that beauty. 😍🌅

#1598 Day 100 of getting there: One month down

On my centenary of getting there (let’s face it, our whole life we are trying to ‘get there’) we are celebrating one very important thing.

Total cause for celebration.

One month of winter is DOWN.

WOO HOO! I know times ahead are still tough, particularly for us Victorians at the moment, but it gives me much joy to know that we’ve survived one month of winter amidst all the other crap that’s been thrown at us.

Yes. 💪

Photo by Kristin Vogt on Pexels.com

#1597 Day 99 of getting there: the cat-astic third iso puzzle

It had to happen.

Winter spreading germs, and people are shit.

JUST STAY HOME!

Lucky for me, I somehow forecast this crap ( I have become strongly accustomed to expecting all kinds of shit, yes even for this glass half-full gratitude gal) and last week when baby girl was at school, came across this $16 puzzle at ‘the cheap shop.’

You know, ‘the cheap shop.’ That budget dollar shop where you’ll find onesies, kitchen accessories, cat litter bags, 50 cent greeting cards, 57 different variety of candles, a range of quirky homewares you think you need (but really you don’t) and also, some kind of party/decorating station in one corner of the shop.

All at below reasonable prices.

It was here I went “a puzzle might come in handy soon.”

And I had to get the most trickiest one yet.

A billion cat faces, mwa ha ha.

It meant that today, we had to pack up the completed Frozen puzzle that’s adorned our dining room table for the past several weeks.

If you find and follow me on Insta, you’ll see the delicious anti-OCD video action.

(Psst, @smikgwriter)

Anyway, we learnt upon opening it tonight that it’s split up into 6 categories… that is, A, B, C, D, E and F. Those letters are at the back of each puzzle piece, so by sorting them alphabetically, well half the work is kinda done.

Such a great idea. Well, we better get cracking then…

#1589 Day 91 of getting there: Let’s reset on this short day

I don’t know what was going on today.

Was it Winter?

Was it the moon?

The sun?

The eclipse?

Or something more powerful… HORMONES?

Something freaky was going on. I was unhinged. Emotional. A wreck. So much to do, and yet complete unwillingness to do anything at all.

Was someone sticking needles into a mini-me? Was it Karma? Some huge Universal lesson I was being taught?

Was it just the fact I am sick of this super long, super strong, superman-type cold I’ve had for the past 3 months?

Is iso finally making me crack, true and proper?

It’s one of those things, that I just don’t know. I may never know.

But there is ONE THING I KNOW for certain.

Today is the shortest day. June 21st.

It is the day of the winter solstice in the southern hemisphere.

And also, the anniversary of our engagement sooo many years ago.

As soon as I discovered in 2016, that the winter solstice fell on our engagement anniversary, I was intrigued.

Firstly, I knew it was not a coincidence, because I don’t believe in those.

A day marking the end of the old, and the rebirth of great beginnings and hope, to fall on our engagement day… it was NOT a coincidence.

I am compelled to write and remind people about it every year, and I feel like my winter solstice journey in life is only just beginning.

The day that the southern hemisphere is tilted furthest away from the sun, hence getting the least amount of sunshine, is the day that we call this, the shortest day.

At a time of the greatest darkness, it can be understood then that symbolically it is a time of rebirth, rejuvenation and self-reflection.

Through darkness, comes light. Through trying times, springs hope.

And even though there is a lag between the shortest day, and us experiencing the coldest winter days yet, because of our hemisphere here still cooling (yep, get ready folks) we can start to set intentions and make space for what we want in our lives, for this next chapter.

For this next chapter, of slowly, oh so slowly, increasing LIGHT.

Which brings me back to the beginning. Today was crappy. Many of you may be having shitty days like me. Shitty weeks. Hell it’s been months for me (and yet for some more of you, years).

Coronavirus has not helped.

But let’s be kind to ourselves. Let’s try. Try to accept this difficult time for what it is. And that is, a massive growing and learning experience.

The rebirth is here. Things are going to get better, they have to.

Winter is going to kick us hard, sure, but honestly, look how bad this year has been already.

Just look. And we’re still here.

BLOODY SURVIVING.

We can do it.

Photo by luizclas on Pexels.com

#1571 Day 73 of getting there: the first café coffee

Today was a really lovely day of balance…

Home routine time.

Grocery time.

Family time.

Me time.

And the best time of all, was after lunch when we went out for the first time in months… and had –

COFFEE TIME.

Since cafes and restaurants have loosened restrictions this week, I know there have been people heading out, enjoying their new-found freedom, and supporting these struggling businesses in the process.

We have been inside so much. We have been doing things by the book, listening to the rules, washing our hands, sanitising every second…

But today Hubbie said it best when he said: “Let’s go out. Everyone is out. We’re the only ones staying inside.”

I don’t want that to come across the wrong way. We are doing the right thing, according to us, just as others are doing the right thing, according to them.

I guess we have been super cautious, and fair enough. And we will continue to be.

But sometimes, we need to provide concessions for ourselves. Yesterday was not the best day for me mentally.

But taking my own advice, after a good sleep, I woke happier, lighter, even healthier, and my mind was in a better place…

But getting out of the house and doing something with those I love, in a safe and hygienic way, was so necessary. So important.

I feel for those who can’t get out. Or who don’t have happy homes in the first place. Who have no solace. No respite.

We need to break the monotony. For the most well-meaning and healthy-minded among us, this isolation can break you.

I love baby girl sooooo much. But we have been combining working from home, with home schooling, for over 73 days! And all this home home home is just TOO much.

We all need a break.

And today it came in the simple form of a coffee break.

We sat outside. We sanitised in the car when we left. Baby girl was even wearing her school jacket on top (poor girl misses school).

It was short, but oh so sweet. And I am hopeful that we will have many more outings like these in the weeks – no, DAYS – to come.

#1570 Day 72 of getting there: bathe it all away

I’ve always had an attraction to water.

I may have said it before, but growing up in my teens, I used to tell bestie that one day I wanted to have a beach house.

I didn’t know how. I didn’t know when.

To be honest, I didn’t even know if it were possible.

It certainly didn’t seem possible at the time.

And yet… isn’t it funny how things end up working out?

Water isn’t only my recluse. My solace. Living near, being close to, or sitting under water has been shown to bring about many benefits to ALL people, some of which are lowered stress and anxiety, and just a greater sense of wellbeing.

In the Summer, I am far more relaxed. Yet I still find myself breathing deeply when wading through the beach waters, taking it all in, and giving myself a moment to meditate with my eyes open.

In the colder months… different story.

Driving past the beach helps. As does looking out the window. But another way I find water submersion in Winter, is in my own home.

The bath.

I had planned on an end-of-week bath, but today, as mentally and emotionally stressed as I found myself, I realised I needed to hurry the ‘me time’ to tonight.

So, what do I do?

I light a candle. Make sure the water is HOT.

And then, not very much at all. That is the whole point after all.

I do watch my thoughts. I open myself up to the Universe, to see what questions come to me, and what answers just as quickly flow through me.

I remain impassive. I let go, my fingers floating on the surface of the water.

I breathe in light, love, and all the good in the world. All of my hopes, desires and dreams.

And I breathe out negativity, and that which does not serve me…

Then I pull the plug.

And the black energy I’ve expelled, goes down the drain.

Photo by Holger Link on Unsplash.

#1566 Day 68 of getting there: A pat for my back

Day 68, and who knows how many more?

I had no idea how long we would be isolated for when this all started.

I still don’t know.

A few days? A week? Several weeks? Months?

Let’s be honest with ourselves. This could all change again IN AN INSTANT.

While everyone has gone about their business, starting to return to some kind of new normal, kids back at school, seeing family again, going out and about more, and more…

We are still isolated. Baby girl cannot go to school because she is coughing (a whole other story).

I am coughing.

We haven’t been to school.

We haven’t seen family.

We are still living entirely from home, and not going out.

Balancing working from home. Schooling from home. Doing freaking everything from home.

But this isn’t only about me. This post is totally about YOU.

It’s time we all pat ourselves on the back.

In some way, we have all been affected through this crisis… that we can’t deny.

Some days have been so hard. So, so hard. Many hard days will continue to come at us.

But I’m here to tell you (and remind me) that we’ve got this.

We’ve come this far! This far!

68 days and counting.

Look how strong we are. Look how capable we are.

We all deserve a pat on the back. Go on.

#1563 Day 65 of getting there: the gourmet chocolate

If you read my other post you will know I had A SHIT DAY.

But we’ll try keep that drama away from this page, being all appreciation-central and all.

Trying to keep my chin up this afternoon after my work shift, I did that thing we try not to do, when we’re being all sensible and wanting to use things up in order as we open them…

I opened up a gourmet chocolate block… but we already had chocolate open.

I had to. Like I said already, SHIT day, and there was this chocolate block I had been eyeing for a couple of weeks in the pantry.

I opened it… and it was delicious.

If you see this in your local supermarket, do yourself a favour and get one! It had a dark chocolate tinge to it, and with its luxuriantly silky chocolatey-ness, and the flakes of coconut, I had to have 3 squares.

It was that kind of day.

But, the squares are super thin, and those 3 squares probably equate to like, 1 and a half Cadbury squares, so really I should have had 4…

Next time.

Then, to work off my anger add to my happiness, baby girl and I ran around the block, and I took photos of the only rose in our front yard… the sunset… shit like that, to lift my mood.

That sole rose. I get it. I totally get it.

#1554 Day 56 of getting there: missing out on shit

Sometimes, hard times get harder.

And that sucks.

Like when isolation restrictions lessen, but you still have to remain isolated.

A few choice expletives are more than necessary, but this is a gratitude blog, so we’ll all use our imaginations for that.

But when you can’t be in the company of loved ones, and you know you are missing out, that the rest of the world is catching up…

I had to do the only thing I could today.

Take a walk.

20200517_151839

Clear the head. Breathe in the co2. Stretch the limbs, feel the sunshine on my face, and then run after Hubbie and baby girl as they suddenly got further and further away from me down the street…

And I felt good. I was pushing past my natural limit, I was making those legs ache, I was gearing myself to get the heart pumping more, the lungs taking in more air.

I was feeling lighter.

And then as I passed a large gum tree, with dozens of chattering birds ahead… the unthinkable happened.

Well, not so unthinkable. Definitely thinkable after today.

I felt wetness on my hands. I stopped. Looked at the drops.

Turned down to observe my top…

And realised, I had been marked.

20200517_152321

Bloody $!*% birds.

How eternally optimistic is our culture, when it tells us that something good, can come out of something bad…

Like that good luck comes from something as crap (pun intended) as when a bird unloads its bowels on you?

How hopeful is that?

Hubbie told me how he got bird shit on him as a kid in primary school. All his friends told him he would get good luck that day…

He went home and he waited… and waited… and waited.

And nothing came.

What a load of SHIT.

I like him, am still waiting….

But at least I got my walk. And at the end of the day, this sunset.

20200517_174333

Now that, gives me hope.