#1885 Keep that snail pace

All I can say is, don’t give up.

Things aren’t perfect, and they can always get better. But I find myself at a point where I feel like despite everything, there is nothing else to do BUT keep going.

Keep moving.

Keep yourself distracted with passions, personal pursuits. If some things aren’t working out, well then find what IS, and run after that at full-speed.

But also, don’t be hard on yourself. I found myself the other night nearly crying with despair to Hubbie.

“And I want to do this, and do this, and I’m trying to do this, and then I’ve got my book! Then I want to do this, AND this…”

The list goes on and on and on.

We put sooo much pressure on ourselves.

We want to create this perfect family life. But we have to also work, and make money. Maintain the house. Cook wholesome food. Clean. Wash clothes every second of every day (or so it seems). Feed people.

But also chase your dreams! Be fit, exercise. Eat mindfully. Take time out, but don’t waste a second!

Play with your kids. Give yourself me time. Take walks. Sleep in. Keep in regular contact with family, friends.

What the actual fuck am I to do with all that?

Something has GOTTA give.

I’ve been giving so, so much lately. I can only do things, and move forward in incremental steps, and it’s these tiny baby steps I’ve been taking that are making me feel like things are actually moving.

Snail place, but still moving forward.

And that leads me back to, don’t give up.

It’s so tiresome and banal, telling people to not give up. I’ve felt like telling people over the last shit year who’ve passed out that quote, to piss off and shut up.

But I find it to be true, too true. Even in super-crawl slow-mo pace, I find it to be the most factual of all things.

Keep your head up. Look at what positives you can… even if it’s the blanket on you right now. A hot drink. Sun peeking through the clouds. Someone sending you a nice message. A cute cat.

I am skilled in the art of looking for things in the smallest of spaces. I should know. It’s awfully difficult, but it can be done.

And I guess, it’s nice to be passing out this advice, instead of looking for it.

Progress.

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#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.

#1837 Class yoga

Today I did something that I haven’t done for a long time.

Yoga… in a class.

I started doing home-based practice last year during covid, before other things turned pear-shaped… there were also a couple of online videos here and there, but…

Let me tell YOU. Class yoga is a whole different ball game.

You don’t get to break for as long as you want between poses. The moves come faster after one another. And then the clincher, you actually do try harder when there are 15 other people in the room with you!

Today the instructor started with a whole lot of breathwork. And I was sitting there cross-legged with hands in prayer pose, thinking to myself –

“Crap. This is gonna be too easy.”

Ha! How wrong I was. I was huffing, breathing deeply, building up a sweat, taking off my hoodie… it was intense. The kind of thigh-burning, leg quivering, heart-pumping and wobbly kind of intense that you get with yoga.

But I loved one thing that the instructor said. She was likening a really hard pose she was going to get us to try, to life. She said –

“You probably will fail. But you’ll get up, and you’ll try and try again. It’s like life. You fail, but you try, and eventually, you’ll get there.”

It was this little moment of motivation, of high significance for me, in amongst downward dogs, cobras, and triangle poses, that made me smile, and even tear up a little.

I too, struggled to achieve poses today, and had to re-centre and adjust several times.

But I’m very used to doing that. Hopefully soon, I will find greater balance. πŸ’–πŸ§˜β€β™‚οΈ

#1820 Pink and grey up there

Things are so often muddled in life.

It’s neither here, or there.

It’s neither black or white.

Right or left.

Correct or wrong.

Up or down.

Happy or sad.

Rather, it’s a whole lot of GREY.

So much of it is in the middle. In that really confusing, uncertain, unknown place known as limbo.

Yes. That’s where most of life, most of us, most of everything, LIES.

And yet amongst all of this, there is also HOPE.

In the form, of PINK.

Check out tonight’s sunset. Such interesting cloud formations. Stripes of fluoro through the sky.

It makes one think, that maybe things can one day be…

Here.

White.

Right.

Correct.

Up, and lastly…

HAPPY.

#1816 Sweet sugo

Do you think it’s too much to ask that a cafe stays open ’til past 4pm on a weekday?

Is it? I mean I don’t live in a regional town, and our main street is peppered ALL OVER with cafes… and yet finding one to fulfil my caffeine craving so late in the day, seemed almost impossible today.

First world problems, I know. It might seem awfully petty to be concerned with these little nuisances, especially on a day like today when I went to a funeral…

You’d think I wouldn’t worry about things like that.

But we all deal with life and death in different ways, right? And there’s nothing like the reminder of the end of life, to make us really funny and fussy about all the things that we choose to do before that…

I had driven for a lot of the day. It was hot. Still, not feeling the best. I had eaten lunch in the car, picked up baby girl from school, and then we’d gone to exchange a Smiggles drink bottle she got for Christmas that had a faulty part.

I just wanted to sit down and have a coffee. It didn’t seem too much to ask. I wanted to sit down with my daughter, on what was a tiring day, and just stop for a few minutes.

The first cafe was doing takeaway only… damn you recurrent restrictions.

The second cafe was closing.

The third cafe was already closed.

The fourth cafe was also… closing.

I walked away, gritted teeth, cursing the fact that there were cafes galore but none apparently taking customers.

Finally. We went to our last option in that block – Sugo.

It’s weird that we’ve never actually drank or eaten at this place. There’s nothing wrong with it, it looks really nice… but we’ve never even thought to sit down there…

Too many options elsewhere.

Anyway, they were OPEN!

Baby girl and I sat down for our late afternoon coffee break, sharing a cookie, happy that we had gotten our small happy ending.

It isn’t the be all and end all, and it isn’t life or death, certainly… but it’s what we do in the space between the beginning and end of life that matters.

And if you want to have your coffee and sit down with it, well damn it so you should be able to.

We’ve only got one life.

πŸ™

#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. πŸ’ͺ

#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?

#1789 Beach playdate

After what’s been a few really mixed up weeks of weather (like I’m surprised with Melbourne and allπŸ™„) baby girl and I headed over to the beach today.

But it wasn’t just us: it was a PLAY DATE.

😎

Why it’s taken this long to organise play time with someone from her school, I do not know.

Oh, that’s right… LIFE. πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

It was so adorable as they first saw each other, and hugged warmly. Awww, just tugs at your heart strings.

And then as the day progressed, we saw one lot of school friends arrive…

And then some more! It was a mini reunion, and me and the other Mum were laughing how it was hard to recognise one another, since we were out of our usual school drop-off/pick-up environment…

With so little clothes! πŸ€£πŸ‘™

As much as there are tourists abound in our town this time of year, it’s just as heartening to know a lot of us locals rule the neighbourhood roosts too.

πŸ“πŸ–

#1786 An adventurous day

It’s too late in the night/too early in the morning for me to think up a more adventurous post.

But today truly was about adventure.

People, places, memories.

The night ended with Hubbie’ s cousins over for a last-minute, impromptu visit… but aren’t those the best? The ones where the kids are screaming excitedly as they run from room to room, the grown-ups voices and the music from the speaker compete against each other, each trying to drown the other out, and where you go back in time, sharing memories and funny stories.

It was adventure in our minds.

The middle of the day had my sis and nephew pop over… and well that was a different type of discovery, but for them, not so much me.

Still, taking them around, and explaining the ins and outs of the town, showing them great locations… seeing the joy on their faces, made me share the journey with them as if it were the first time.

It was living the first-time adventure in our town, vicariously through them.

But I need to make special mention to the beginning, the start of the day…

Because that was adventure, in the true sense of the word.

We went to another place, we lived, we enjoyed, we explored.

We caught up with baby girl’s cousins at the Enchanted Adventure Garden, and it was a different kind of day, let me tell you.

Because it drizzled, almost all day. My hair was a bomb site through it all, and often we found ourselves in a maze, on the tube slides, or taking photos, all while a consistent stream of wispy rain came down.

It didn’t stop the magic though. Or the wonder.

It proved to me, that where there’s a will, there’s always a way. Rain, hail or shine… in our case it was definitely the former.

And if you wanna have fun, make the most out of the day, and make memories, you will.

It was finding adventure, fun and happiness, despite what life threw at us.

And you know what? The unexpectedness of rain made it that much more adventurous.

Of course. Rain. πŸ’¦

#1783 The sunset to start anew

First sunset of the new year. 😍

Ahh. Just gets you all inspired to do stuff, tackle life, and chase your dreams, right?

πŸ€”πŸ˜‚

I’m laughing because just recently I was saying how we don’t need a new year or a new date, to want to start anew again.

And yet there I was tonight, getting motivated by those beautiful colours, thinking of about 16 different things I wanted to do… just tonight. πŸ€¦β€β™€οΈ

So where do I stand? Still strongly by my original statement. We don’t need to wait for a new year, month, season, or any other seemingly opportune time to start doing the things we want to do, or start living a more full and meaningful life.

You can start whenever you want to.

But – if a change in weather, a crazy happy event, even a colourful sky, inspire you to clear your slate and try something new…

Well by all means, run with it.

We don’t choose inspiration. Inspiration chooses us.

And please please please please please, don’t wait a whole year to start again.

Don’t wait at all. ❀