#1438 Everything you want

If you read my blogs closely you will know that yes, I love George, but this post is not about our Flawless Mr. Michael.

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Rather it’s how we have everything we want down our good ol’ Main Street.

Hubbie had suggested today that we go to a shopping centre 20 minutes away…

My answer was: WHY?

Instead we hit our lovely abode.

We had coffee at a fabulous cafΓ©…

walked around and headed into one-off boutiques, clothing and furniture shops…

Even found the ol’ faves like Cotton On, and ooh ooh, a pop-up Country Road shop!…

The best newsagency for MILES as there are possibly 300 different magazines on offer (not even joking) a goal-mine for this aspiring freelancer…

And then Hubbie wanted a hair cut.

There is one on almost every corner. He was neither here nor there, for AGES, but when we happened past one of those drop-in-and-get-your-haircut-done-for-$20 type places, he popped in to give it a shot.

He was really happy with how his hair turned out. Quick, cheap but good!

But then we had a slight problem. Someone else wanted to get their hair done…

Baby girl. β™₯

She was actually due, I just hadn’t yet booked her in at Amazing Toys where she last got it done. But we were there, she was telling me she wanted a big girl hair cut in a big person place, and I was like you know what?

Let’s do it.

No fuss, no getting her in somewhere else, no extra driving required.

We were there. It made so much sense.

She even got a pink apron and had her hair brushed with a massive glittery pink hairbrush.

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Don’t my loves look great?

We have all we want. β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

#1382 Brunch and Beach

This Wednesday after dropping off baby girl at school, Hubbie and I first brunched at this amazing hipster-vegan-beachy cafe on the best end of Main Street (ah, the water end of course ;))…

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And it was delicious and filling and sweet but HEALTHY. And we sipped coffee and read the paper and it was bliss. πŸ™‚

Then I took him on an adventure.

A while ago I wandered a different path out of curiosity. It was close to home and I turned here, there and everywhere, ending up at three different lookouts to the Port Phillip Bay.

It was amazing. I did it alone and it was somewhat terrifying since I didn’t know where I was going, but it was thrilling at the same time.

I took him there after brunch.

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Some of my fave quotes of his:

“You walked here, BY YOURSELF???”

“Just stop for a moment… stand here… breathe in. Can you smell the sea salt?”

“Another lookout?”

It was a really lovely mini adventure we had, and I was happy to show him something I had discovered… on my own. And now, it is ours.

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#1344 A different festival

It’s that time of year where Mornington puts on a show and has it’s annual Main street festival.

We have gone every year since sea changing… it’s been 3 years in a row.

Today would have been 4… if we had gone.

But I had a more important festival to attend.

The Mornington Peninsula and Frankston Writers and Book Festival.

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Even the trees outside the venue, are MY trees. I love them. I see them all around the Peninsula. They are also the trees my story characters pass by on their way to school each day.

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It was an insightful couple of hours. I had booked into a workshop on ‘publishing.’ And though I got great tips and information on the industry, heard about the pros and cons of traditional versus self-publishing, I still walked away going “huh. I already knew a lot of that.”

It wasn’t that it wasn’t helpful. Just being in the room and sharing a table with other aspiring novelists was HUGELY beneficial. It motivated me in my writing dreams even further, and made me realise how important being a part of a writing community is, in sharing ideas, teaching each other information, and engaging in that writer-ly camaraderie, that feeling we get when we hear the other’s woes and go, ‘Ahh. I feel your pain.’

But the point at which I realised knowing what I already did was to my advantage, was when the workshop teacher, an editor and business owner of her own publishing company said to us –

“Often when I tell people all of this they become discouraged.”

A few people voiced their joking concerns.

“Ahh traditional publishing is too hard.”

“Self publishing is just as trying.”

Me? I was sitting there going… nope.

Been there, done that.Β 

Nothing about that process could scare me. I have been through the scenarios a million times in my head before. Sure there is a lot of luck and perseverance involved in finally getting your work out there and published…

But there is no other way for me. There is no other outlet. There is no alternative option.

Writing is the ONLY WAY.

And can I tell you a secret? Years ago when I used to read up on writing and publishing, the information I got back suggested at ‘if you are lucky enough to get published…’

Whereas nowadays it isΒ “when you get published…”

Either my sources have grown in reputation, maybe it’s the courses I am doing, or maybe I am deciphering the messages differently, as I grow more confident and positive, so too what I read becomes so…?

But I truly believe that to be the case. WHEN.

I got home from my workshop day, and then sat at the computer to do, what else…?

Work on another submission for my online course.

As Elizabeth Gilbert asked in Big Magic, “What is your flavour of shit sandwich?”

Guys, over and over again, I will pick writing. All flavours of shit just to be able to write.

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#1340 Our Wednesday brunch

It was a little more than just coffee after we dropped off baby girl at school this morning.

What the hell.

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Looks delicious right? AND totally healthy. We headed on down to Store Fifteen on Main Street, one of my fave places for both coffee and healthy/scrumptious treats.

Healthy/scrumptious? Yes that is such a thing.

We shared the above toast, which was all seeded firstly, topped with some kind of nut butter which I suspect was cashew cream, with the final tier being bananas, strawberries, and decent sprinklings of cinnamon, and MORE seeds.

And then some grass… they do cater to the health-conscious after all.

So easy, so simple, so basic is my gratitude today… yet it is a luxury I wish for everyone to have at their disposal, whenever the need/want/passion arises. β™₯

#1291 Wednesdays times 2

Watch out Wednesdays… Hubbie and I are here.

And when the child is away (at school)…

The parents, will play.

On my first Wednesday where the alarm DIDN’T wake me at 5am, well Hubbie and I dropped off baby girl at school, and then…

We went and got TWO coffees –

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We walked up and down the Main street.

Laughed our arses off at a giant gorilla statue in Bunnings (i.e. “majmun” πŸ˜†πŸ˜†πŸ˜†) and how if we actually got the $700 thing to deter Mister F from going near our bird, it would in fact give our bird Orange-cheeks a heart attack. πŸ€”πŸ˜† (p.s. we DIDN’T get the majmun πŸ΅πŸ΅πŸ΅πŸ’²πŸ’²πŸ’²)

We bought like 6 POTS… because.

We looked at doors.

Then we had 2 SOUPS.

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AHH.

Pampering, productive, bonding time. It went too quick for sure, but there is always next Wednesday, and we are making up for lost time…

So there will be plenty more coffee. πŸ˜‰