#2035 Lockdown Saturday night tricks

I have a little trick to help during these lockdown-Saturday-night-party blues.

(While we pine over parties we went to in the past, and yearn for those that are yet to come).

I accidentally came across this great and super easy solution tonight, that can trick you into feeling like you are at a party. (Yes, keep reading!)

Put on music. This can be stereo, phone, record player, or like for our Saturday night tradition, YouTube.

This is great to do even if on your own since you can just keep selecting all your fave tunes, but even if in company this might be better, since the others will be selecting their own songs, and then it really will feel like a party!

Wait, that’s only half of it.

With the music still going, LOUD, start messaging people, preferably unrelated to each other… those who are reliable, who you know will respond… at least two people.

But as they say, the more the merrier.

This is what I did tonight. We had the music blasting, then on a whim I started messaging some family and friends… and before I knew it I was swivelling from one conversation to another, all while music was happening in the background…

And then lo and behold, a third group chat began, and I was like “WHO DO I TALK TO FIRST?”

And the music was so loud!

And it was so happening!

And then, it hit me… party vibes! 🤣

Well look, almost, not quite, but it’s the best that we’ll get, ’til we get to that super elusive, ‘there.’

🤞💖🙏🎶

#2025 Alive again

Once upon a time there was a little girl.

She wasn’t a baby, but she wasn’t yet grown either, far from it.

She was in that beautiful in-between stage, of growth, of wonder. An abundance of delicate naivety followed her wherever she went.

She was a friendly, happy girl. She talked it up without hesitation amongst adults, and yet played up a storm with her peers, creating magical worlds, chasing each other around the yard, and racing through the playgrounds, side by side.

She was all light, all magic. She had a deep drive for adventure, with an innate desire of curiosity shining from her eyes.

Then one day, a virus came.

It came seemingly out of nowhere and spread through the world.

Lockdown, after lockdown, after lockdown.

After the 6th one, it started to catch up.

It started to catch up to the girl.

The things she used to love, she did no more. She didn’t want to go out. Home, home, home and that’s where she wanted to stay.

She used to beg to accompany her parents on the grocery shop trip – she no longer cared.

When her neighbour called her to come out… she said she was busy.

She was tired, flat. She wasn’t herself.

Her Mum noticed. She mentioned it to a health professional, who concurred –

“She seems sad. She’s withdrawing.”

The course of action? Getting out of the house more. What she always used to do.

Her mum suggested a beach walk.

But the girl rejected it.

This former lover of sand and sea, said she didn’t want to put on sunscreen.

But… she came around.

And they went to the beach.

And the girl… became alive again.

The sea air, woke her up. The cold snap of the ocean shook something within her soul. She was scavenging for rocks and shells, dipping her body in the water, and laughing like she hadn’t in a long time.

She had found happiness again.

They went home, and her Mum told her Dad… and her Mum cried. She cried because she saw how close her girl had gotten to getting sadder, and sadder, and sadder.

That Mum is me. That girl, is my girl.

My baby girl.

This virus is taking lives, as well as our wellbeing.

But let’s not forget the other virus. The silent one.

The one that infiltrates our thoughts. The one that removes all sense of joy, of purpose, and of passion.

That is the dangerous one we must look out for. We must keep our children’s wellbeing in full view, and keep a close eye on them.

Sure, stay safe from the virus. But we need to keep them safe from dark thoughts. 🙏💖

#2023 Still getting there

As we almost close the book on August, I’m both happy and sad.

Happy that Spring is so near, as evidenced today with the sun shining through the windows most of the day, and Mister F finding a lazy spot to rest his head while basking in the light.

But I’m sad, because all that we wanted for this month has been lost yet again, and once again the month is over.

There’s a lot of letting go, and yet there’s still hope. As the warmth becomes more constant and familiar, I hope it takes away all of the uncertainty, the frustration, and the pain, replacing it with only…

LIGHT.

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#2018 A health anniversary

Recently I hit an anniversary.

Kinda a bad/good one, but I’m hoping the fact of it being 365 days later, means it’s coming to an end.

Because it’s now been a whole year since I unfortunately embarked on a very chronic and painful health issue.

Approaching this day I was freaking out a bit, anxiety taking hold, thinking of what I’ve gone through, and weirdly, would it happen again, on the exact same day? It may seem silly and highly unrealistic, but the mind goes to bad places when it’s been given not-so-nice surprises.

But, I survived, as I have the whole year.

I gotta say, I’m not too much smarter than when I started. Maybe only slightly.

I do however know a lot more about holistic and alternative health, and I know for sure that it’s a life-long journey, not a one-fix treatment thing either.

Mostly I’ve learnt I’m resilient, more so than I ever thought possible.

Still, I feel like this year passing, is a full circle moment, where I’m finally putting a lid on, closing the case of this truly uncertain and horrible time of my life where it felt as if I was thrown into the middle of a cyclone.

I much prefer still, clear waters, and know I’m going to have to meditate on them to make sure they are always near.

🙏💖

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#2006 The wind of change

I like reading up on my horoscope. And though I take it all with a grain of salt, when my monthly one said that the first half of the Leo month would be, frankly put, CRAP, well I started to see it everywhere.

And hey, don’t blame me, it’s not Leo month’s fault! It’s all in the planets, and their alignment. 🌙☀

It’s THEIR fault. 🤣

But just as the horoscope promised, the second half of the Leo season would end on a super sweet note.

I think the winds of change are already here.

I had a full on start to the day with work, and having planned a park date with baby girl, as soon as I was finished we ran out the door, got some takeaway coffee and babycino, some sweets, and started walking to the beach end of Main Street.

But, other than the pleasant, still, sunny air… another surprise.

Someone had paid the coffee forward. Free drinks for us. 💖

The park was beautiful, and it was so evident the atmospheric change. Unlike other Wintry days, there was barely any wind to be felt.

Interesting too, that 5 years ago on this day, we took a leap of faith, into our own wind of change.

We purchased our house exactly 5 years ago!

So much change. Sea change, the wind has changed leaving Winter slowly bidding a goodbye, and the Leo season seems to be changing for the better too.

I for one am totally up for it.

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#2003 Getting out when it’s hard

This happened last year in lockdown as well.

I went from days when I was all “I am managing, I am surviving, hell I am even a tiny bit killing this ‘work-from-home, home-schooling, balancing all of life while remaining optimistic, hopeful and grateful for the little things in life’ thing.”

And then just as quickly a day would come when I was all ‘I HATE EVERYTHING AND EVERYTHING SUCKS.’

Well that was me today. All of the above.

I’ve been sick, so I of course I woke countless times with blocked nose, runny nose, I was hot, and I just kept tossing and turning, tossing and turning, tossing and turning, tossing and turning.

Then there was the neighbour’s dog. God help me this dog. I have no problems with dogs. I have problems with dogs that do not stop barking EVER. This dog has a routine, which makes me think it’s owner has one where they leave the house for exactly the same time every day… the dog will start barking sometime after 8:30am, and will go on for at least 2 hours, uninterrupted.

UNINTERRUPTED.

When I’m up early and taking baby girl to school, well it’s still noise pollution let’s be frank, but it doesn’t affect my time in the house so much.

This morning though, after a sleepless night, and then finally falling asleep, only to then be woken by said annoying dog?

OMG.

And it stopped, of course, with 10 minutes to spare before I had to wake up and get baby girl ready for a school zoom call. 🤦‍♀️

I woke cranky, tired. My nose alternating between blocked and runny. I saw there were 20 new covid cases today. That made me especially sad, thinking of another lockdown birthday.

Everything was sad, everything was bad. Sad, bad, sad, bad.

But after lunch, I decided I had to snap out of it.

Baby girl and I headed down to the Main Street to grab a takeaway coffee and babycino, some treats, and then walked on down to the park.

It was a tiny bit sunny, mostly blowy, but man that wind knocked some sense into me, you know, ruffled me up and wisened me up in the best way.

Guys, if you’re feeling low, don’t be hard on yourself. This time of our lives is like nothing we have ever experienced, and honestly, just give yourself a change of scenery. Go outside. Take a walk, rug up in a jacket, and breathe.

Something as truly simple as that, might be the key to help you get by, another moment, of another day…

And on and on and on, ’til we come out the other end. 💪

#1999 Lots of little things

It’s lots of little things combined that made me smile today.

It was watching an Australian decathlete in the Tokyo Olympics urge his teammate to cross the finish line to win bronze.

It was making a delish new dish, Marion Grasby’s spicy garlic butter linguini.

It was picking up a book that was a hold at the library, knowing I could really get into it and do some research over this next lockdown week.

It was seeing the fruits of my workout labour, finally start to eventuate.

It was a tickle fight with baby girl after finishing work.

It was funny memes on social media.

It was being alright, even though it was day 1 of lockdown 6.

All of these things. 💖💖

#1985 Leo season is here!

July 23rd baby, and ROAR.

Ok, so maybe a disinterested glance instead, or in my case, a mere squeeaaaakkkkk…

Either way, even if I’m tired right now, I’ll get my mane out in due course…

It’s only day 1. Plenty of time to work on my guttural sounds. 🦁

#1983 Birthday countdown

Apt title, considering that gratitude number. ⬆⬆⬆😉😉

It’s officially 26 days ’til my birthday.

And it’s one of those things I’m hanging for, looking forward to, at a time where things can change so quickly and all prior plans can be turned upside down.

I’m spent, I’m tired. I’m emotional, and I’m cranky.

I just want something to look forward to. Something I can safely look forward to. We have stuff planned over the next few weeks, and I keep saying to baby girl “now, that’s only if covid doesn’t go nuts again…”

I’m just over it. And I’m quietly hopeful, crossing my fingers, that my birthday, ahem, OUR birthday, will see out some kind of better plan this year.

Please please please. 🙏🙏

#1977 Can anybody find me…

In the words of the late, great, genius Freddie Mercury…

“Can anybody find me…

Something to be grateful for?”

Or something to that effect.

Oh man. Victorian lockdown number 5.

🤦‍♀️

This sucks majorly. I understand there are greater issues and problems at play here, but it’s still ok to be pissed. It’s ok to be upset that once again, everything in our schedules has changed. Shifted. Pressure mounted. Responsibilities added.

There are so many people who are suffering financially, emotionally, mentally, physically, that the addition of yet another lockdown brings so much angst. Plans are changed, and though at surface level it all appears to be just a ‘simple inconvenience,’ many of us count on seeing our friends and family, to lift our spirits, to get us through hard times, to be amongst loved ones so that we’re not lonely.

Some of us just need a bloody break, and another lockdown to keep us away from all that we love is the icing on the cake, or in this case, the horse poo on the top of the pig vomit.

There has to be another way to avoid this. We can’t just change everything and halt life every time a couple of cases roll into town. There has to be another way.

And yeah, I know, look at NSW. I don’t wanna be like NSW at all. No offence guys. We’ve been there, done that, for 5 months of last year that was quite frankly soul-destroying.

So yeah, NAH.

But enough on my soapbox. Yeah, I’m a bit over it all…

But in true Freddie fashion, I did find something to love (or be grateful for) after all.

It’s July 15th folks! We are officially half-way through Winter!

And although there are still other worldly problems larger at hand, making the coldest season of the year pale in comparison, knowing that the trend of lockdown tends to go down the warmer the months get…

See, see?

It’s something. 🤷‍♀️