#1866 Peninsula sunset no. 10

As long as we have a view, I will keep taking these photos:

I mean, who knows where we might be 10 years from now… still in this home, or maybe another? I don’t know. I have no plans to move, but often in life things happen that we never would have expected.

I don’t try to assume to know, or plan for too much anymore. Because LIFE.

I captured this sky tonight, and I just loved the beams of sun rays bursting through the clouds, creating a beautiful glistening outline from each puff of white up there.

Just beautiful. I can’t get enough.

#1807 Restless day

Today I was incredibly restless.

It was grey, there was wispy rain. Some of it may have had to do with the interrupted night – a man actually died in a horrible crash outside our home last night. There were emergency services everywhere past midnight.

The low mood carried into the day.

We didn’t want to do anything… yet being free, off work, together, we felt we HAD to do something.

Yet we couldn’t be bothered.

Look at this precious life we are granted! And to waste it away on days, doing nothing, lounging around, yawning, and crying “bored,” when we have just been privy to another life being snatched away?

But that’s assuming life is meant to be busy. Full of stuff. Running around.

Life can be just as beautiful, and just as meaningful, by enjoying the things around you. Taking a pause. Breathing in deeply. And respecting our earth.

So we took a walk. To clear our heads, process our thoughts, and connect ourselves to the ground on which we walk on every day.

The water was there too. We may not have touched it, but we felt the force of the wind as it rippled across it, smelt the sea air, and knew that no matter how beautiful it looked, those waters were merciless.

The danger is so far, but a wrong step from the lookout, and it can come running up to our faces with a loud smack.

Life can change so easily my friends. Take care out there, and enjoy whatever it is that makes you happy… yes, even if it means lying on the couch.

Sometimes we need that too… only as long as we get back up again. 💊

#1793 A day of contrasts

It was a day to lay-back…

And a day to get wound up.

It was a day to reach high for the sky…

And a day to lay low to the ground.

It was a day to daydream…

And a day to mull over crap.

It was a day to wander down a new path…

And a day to lie on the couch.

It was a day to look a little closer at the beauty in front of us…

And a day to whinge and moan about what is IN us.

The holiday reality is, life doesn’t just escape you. Meaning you still feel all the bad, as much as you feel the natural highs of being away.

Your feelings don’t change when you’re away. You just have less of other stuff to do while you keep those same thoughts, or have that same life. Just a change of scenery, which is what we’re all craving, right?

But, despite the whinging and the moaning, the change of environment can provide us with insights, not usually granted to us when at home and in the everyday routine of life.

Is there a lesson to be learnt?

Can I take this newfound experience home with me?

How can I deal with this in a more learned manner in future?

What is this life trying to teach me?

#1704 Day 206 of getting there: watch the sunset

I take so many sunset pictures. I took some more tonight.

But I realised, how often do I actually sit to watch them?

Quietly. Contemplating. Observant.

I saw Hubbie was out the front after dinner. He had gone to take out the rubbish bins, and of course was called to stay and do weeding.

By no one, but the weeds.

We are cut from the same cloth. If you know, you know. Once you see one, you pick one, then you pick another, and another…

And soon you have a whole pile of weeds in a clump on the grass.

It’s work, but it’s therapeutic. I sat on the front bench, Hubbie looking for stray grass variety in my foreground, the sunset in the background… and I focused on the latter, with the former bringing me back to reality every so often.

The clouds shifted. The sun sunk down. The air was mild, mixed with the smell of cut grass, earth, and spring.

And the magnitude of life, both it’s simplicity and it’s inherent meaning, settled around me.

In this world, we are very small. But we get to do big things.

If we so choose it.

It was a lovely moment. 💖

#1668 Day 170 of getting there: finding humour in the school day

Today it’s a much lighter topic.

I think I’m about to give baby girl’s teacher a reason to laugh, so I think that is pretty cool.

When you can offer someone happiness, even in the form of laughs… well that’s good, right?

It was late into the evening, and baby girl still had one school task left to do. It was after dinner, and I opened my laptop to open the maths video on ‘Mass.’

We both watched it, and her job was to then find 6 items from within the house, and line them up first from smallest to largest… then lightest to heaviest.

So I said “go on, find some things.”

She went around picking up things, here, and there… and then she brought one item in from the kitchen.

And I paused.

“Uh…”

I paused again.

“I don’t know if I want your teacher to see that!”

I paused again, thinking hard. “Stuff it. Leave it.”

Here’s her arrangement of smallest to largest. See if you can pick what I was talking about:

LOL. That empty wine bottle. EMPTY wine bottle! At first I was like “what will she think? That I’m an alcoholic?”

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But then I was like, so what?

I am working and homeschooling FROM HOME, damn hell I need a wine!

It’s not like I drank it all in one night… it’s actually been getting lower over two weeks, so little is my wine consumption lately.

But my reasons were five-fold.

Tomorrow I have the day off work.

Tuesdays are a bit of a Saturday night in our house with Hubbie off too on Wednesdays.

Fuck it, I just wanted to.

Life is short. Read yesterday’s post.

I like wine. Duh.

As much as I was like “damn baby girl’s teacher is gonna share this photo around with all the other teachers!” the other part of me was thinking it’d be a nice little, real representation of life at the moment…

That they are still allowed to laugh about. LOL. Even I am.

Can you just imagine the stuff teachers see, hear, and are exposed to? Who knows what your child has said to them, about you??? ðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ŪðŸ˜ēðŸ˜ēðŸ˜ē

#1659 Day 161 of getting there: The right time always comes back around

In life we are often led to a thing…

A place…

And person…

And if we are attune to the signs, we’ll see that this happens on repeat.

We need to listen to our intuition. That little voice in our head that tells us where we need to go.

What to listen to.

What to see with our eyes wide open… not shut.

You know that old adage?

‘Friends are in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime?’

That is only half-true. Because I’ve come to learn that things, events and people, cycle around in your life.

It’s not come in come out see you later next.

Some people give you the same story. The same journey. The same truth.

The same courage.

It’s a fascinating thing, when you start to look closely.

When someone gives you courage, you need to take notice of the signs and say “thank you.”

To who? Whoever you want to. Whether it’s God, the Universe, or just a random stroke of luck… be grateful.

But be more grateful that you were aware enough to grab a hold of the learning. 💖

What am I grateful for tonight?

Awareness. And of course, the cycles of life, showing me who, and what, is important. 😊

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#1617 Day 119 of getting there: Step back in time

I took my own isolation advice today, based on my surviving corona post from some time ago.

I went through old photo albums.

Ok, little white lie… I didn’t actively seek them out for the sake of reminiscing. It was Hubbie’s request to find an old photo of himself with a certain hair cut, and I knew roughly which album it was in…

So I came down the stairs some time later, with two albums.

Because one wasn’t enough.

Not even two was enough! But still we sat. We searched. We laughed and laughed.

We were back in time about 15 years. 15 years! Do you know what can happen in 15 years?

Fortunately, a good sign… there were a lot of familiar faces. 🙂

Baby girl asked if every baby pictured was her, and when I told her it was her cousins, my nephews, she demanded to know why she wasn’t there!

“Honey, you weren’t ready to come out yet!”

“Yes I was, I was always ready!”

Oh LOL LOL.

What did I find, specifically?

Well, in all those familiar faces…

I found flared pants.

I found hair with so much foils it was practically blonde.

I found stupid/silly face photos (photos where you deliberately pull a stupid face… if you haven’t done it, this you MUST TRY!)

I found so many 21sts.

I found selfies… before there were selfies!

I found my nephews so small, they could fit in my arms.

I found my parents garage, filled with family, music and laughter, as was so common back when I was a teen.

I found a lot of drinks!

I found a lot of parties.

I found a lot of freedom.

I found a lot of happiness.

I found a lot of love.

And it made me think… looking through photos is one of the best things you can do right now. Even if you are going through really hard times…photos of happier times are honestly, the best thing we can show ourselves at this point in our lives…

Why?

Because life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it, as Ronan Keating sings. It goes up, it comes down.

Or like one of my favourite sayings,

“Good times and bad times have one thing in common… they never last forever.”

Universally, we all are going through a tough time, in one way or another.

So when we look back at these photos and remember how good things used to be…

You can remind yourself, they will be that way again.

Before we know it, we will be making more memories.

Pulling more stupid faces.

Dying our hair all kinds of crazy.

And in turn, making our future selves smile. 🙂

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#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. 💊

#1595 Day 97 of getting there: to have like-minded souls

It was wonderful that we got to see some of our dearest friends tonight.

Via Zoom, of course. 😉

We had a great chat with bestie and her hubbie via our computers. I tell you, technology is a Godsend at this phase of our lives.

You can’t be with loved ones, but by seeing them live, hearing their voices, and watching their mannerisms, in their lounge rooms, (with their pets!)… it’s the next best thing to being there with them.

After the video call was over Hubbie and I spoke about how wonderful it’d been to catch up with familiar faces, and people that we cared for. And I don’t know how it came into my mind, but I said to Hubbie “you don’t have to have the same interests. It’s not about that. It’s about finding like-minded people.”

Because we don’t all have to like the same things. Do the same things. Go to the same places. Eat the same food, or sleep the same way.

It’s about how our minds work. And you seek out people who are reflective of your morals, attitudes, and generally your way of life.

I don’t need everyone in my life to love writing. I don’t even need them to love reading. I don’t need them to love cats, yoga, the fact that I can’t stop listening to Queen at the moment…

I just need them to get me, and I want to get them.

It was a really lovely thing to contemplate, after a video call with friends who get us… as we get them.