#1585 Day 87 of getting there: the proper morning coffee

After standing on the Main street for a few minutes today, just looking around, going “where should we go?”

“Where should we go?”

“Where should we go?”

…I had to laugh to myself. We had so many options we actually didn’t know where to go.

I loved it.

Well we ended up in one place, where we hadn’t been to in ages… partly because of COVID. And as we took a seat by the window looking out onto the street – after writing down our names and numbers of course per the new protocol – we noticed that the cafe was a little quieter, there were crosses on the floor to advise where to stand and the place had had a recent fresh coat of paint amidst recent close downs…

But one thing, was the same.

No, BETTER.

The coffee was ah-may-zing!

And oh yeah, the almond croissant was pretty darn good too.

It was the kind of smooth but strong coffee that had me talking fast for the next few hours… and beyond.

#1581 Day 83 of getting there: the inspirational Zoom chat

I spent my Saturday morning in a really lovely, relaxing and uplifting way.

And no, it wasn’t just because I ate breakfast on the couch (I know it’s a day off when my butt is firmly planted there as I eat my toast), and no, it wasn’t because I was in my PJs ’til past midday…

But I was in my PJs past midday, because I got majorly distracted at 11am.

I’ve done 5 online courses now with The Australian Writers’ Centre. It is truly an addictive thing if you love the craft of writing, and seriously, I can see myself doing more of them… at some point in the future.

For anyone that loves to write and wants to make it part of their work, even if you live outside of Australia, the AWC is a tremendous resource, I know.

Go to https://www.writerscentre.com.au/ for more info.

And at the moment, I think their online Zoom chats with esteemed writerly professionals are just awesome.

They have been running for a while now during iso, and the topic for this morning’s one was of utmost interest to me.

AWC founder Valerie Khoo was talking to a children’s and YA literary agent!

YA! That’s my genre. 😉

I accidentally stumbled across the Zoom chat reminder, and then started to listen… and then couldn’t put down my phone. I even asked a question about what trend publisher’s are looking for at the moment in YA, and along with getting my question answered, I walked away with so much information, tips and people to look up and read more on.

Most of all, I walked away with so much inspiration. It gave me purpose and hope and light again.

It’s a long road ahead, and it requires a heap of work. But at the same time, this morning’s Zoom chat filled me with as much excitement as it did focus, and I really feel I am on the right track.

A great frame of mind to start your morning? I’m definitely grateful for that.

#1569 Day 71 of getting there: Enjoying Winter mornings… for once

You know, stuff them.

Stuff everything.

We are isolated, sure. But if you’re gonna be isolated, there is no better time like the present.

And I am revelling in it.

I wake up, at a generous 8:30am.

I put on my trakkies.

I head downstairs, and I start work, at 9am.

Bang. Done. No traffic. No trains. No people filing out onto the city streets, men with briefcases stuck at their sides, women click-clacking with fancy coats.

Baby girl sleeps in.

I don’t even need to get her up for school.

She then gets dressed.

Makes her own breakfast.

And proceeds to do WHATEVER SHE LIKES.

Meanwhile, the wind blows outside.

The rain drizzles.

Winter, descends.

And we stay snuggled up in our comfy clothes, heater blasting, watching everyone else get on with it.

Let them get on with it. There is time.

There will be plenty of time to catch up.

But for now, we hibernate. 🙂

Photo by Fredrik Ohlander on Unsplash.

#1546 Day 48 of getting there: Saturday mornings

With my old work, I never looked forward to Saturday mornings.

Because I always worked them.

Even Friday night’s were a lost cause to me. I’d spend them getting ready for the next day – making my lunch, getting my clothes ready, and telling baby girl I’d be home about 4pm.

But now… Friday night’s I’m putting my feet up.

And Saturday mornings are nice and slow.

Because I’m HOME.

I love it. ❤

Baby girl and I cuddle in bed after a good sleep in…

And then we eat breakfast, from the couch.

Because we can.

Then… wherever the day takes us.

Wherever.

Even in iso, Saturdays are superb. ❤

 

 

 

#1397 The hair can wait, but the help can’t

Today I attended a Parent Helpers Morning Tea at baby girl’s school.

I wrote some time ago that I got the invite to the tea and happily accepted. To be honest, I was feeling a bit shit this morning and actually contemplated pulling out.

On top of my hesitation, I had called my hairdresser this morning to cancel my upcoming appointment with them, since it clashed with me helping out baby girl at swimming.

Why was I going?

I was busy already.

What was the point?

What made me say yes in the first place?

I had these questions circling through my mind, but at the same time the thought of not going didn’t sit right with me either.

So I went… and oh man am I glad I did.

Firstly, I had a really great time. I caught up with other parents and baby girl’s teacher, and it was lovely to be in a slightly different social setting without our kids screaming “Mum look at me!” from the playground at pick-up.

Oh, my THE SPREAD. It was this insanely long table with all kinds of sandwiches, rolls and wraps, fruit and snacks and chocolate and cake and sweets and crackers and everything in between… it was amazing. The coffee and tea window was set up and moving quickly despite the long line, and all in all it was a really well organised morning tea.

But then the principal spoke, and thanked us… she pointed out and spoke about an elderly gentleman, telling us that despite his flailing health, he had been volunteering and helping kids at the school with their reading for 11 years now. I looked at the sombre-looking frail man hanging his head, wishing he would hold it up high. Tears gathered in my eyes and I willed myself to not be a sook by taking a big sip of my tea.

What a man.

Then there were two students who had made up poems for all the helpers. They read them out, and though they were simple, they were so, so sweet, and totally pulled at my heart-strings. I was standing there thinking “damn it, I’m not supposed to cry.”

And then I realised. I realised that all of us in there, all of the helpers really did deserve this special morning. We deserved the thanks. I was reminded of how only that morning I had cancelled my hair appointment as I had forgotten over a month ago when I booked it, that it clashed with the last swimming session baby girl had through the school.

Baby girl wanted me there at swimming, and I couldn’t let her down. I cancelled my pre-Christmas hair appointment instead.

But secretly, someone was looking out for me. Because when I called to cancel, the hairdresser was able to fit me in next week with her… at a better and more convenient time than the original one would have been anyway.

So, winning.

I made the morning tea. I gratefully accepted the thanks amongst so many more.

I cancelled the hair appointment and made that tiny sacrifice for baby girl…

And I was thanked.

These sacrifices we make, big or small, are all eventually noticed… if not by friends, family or your child’s school… then by the Universe. ♥

#1347 Birds at brekkie

After school drop off this morning, Hubbie and I made some new friends.

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As I enjoyed a delicious cherry pie with my coffee, a couple of cute someones popped on over…

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They wanted some leftovers.

Aren’t they cute? I positioned my plate closer to the edge just so the birds could grab it easier from their landing post on a nearby chair. And then as I was snapping away trying to get a good shot, I caught one of them, in mid flight…

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How cool is that? Well that’s one way to make new friends 😉

#1244 10am slow start

The grass is always greener.

We are always looking for that which we don’t have, looking behind us to what has happened, or looking too far in front of us to even appreciaite what is happening… TO US.

I was waking up in bed post 9:40am this morning. Unlike other mornings, there was no peep from baby girl in her room. She has been sick, and having been so tired from it all, has not been coming up to my bed in the mornings.

I tossed. I turned. I tried to wake up.

Come on wake up!

It was hard. I had grown accustomed to 1am bedtimes. The house goes to sleep, and I stay awake, doing stuff, writing, catching up on things that fill me with purpose and enrich my soul.

And then I wake late the next day.

Wake up! You need to get used to term 3 starting next week.

Ahh, the dreaded back-to-school start. I pondered. I thought. I wondered if the cat was meowing in the laundry yet. And then I moved my mind back to my place in bed.

It occurred to me… isn’t this what I dream of when baby girl IS at school? These sleep-ins, from late nights, leading to slow mornings and cruisy days? Wasn’t this what I longed for for weeks on end, and now I was feeling guilty, almost rushed because of it?

So what if the kids went back to school next week! This was my last Friday, alone in bed,, with the winds raging outside and the temps at an all-time low…

If there was any day I was allowed to stay in bed, it was then. NOW.

On a cold and wintery July’s day on the school holidays.

5-10 minutes passed, and I still got up. I made the bed and wandered on down to put on the heater.

But my perspective had changed. I wasn’t worried anymore. I wasn’t getting guilt what I should be doing.

Because I was just doing ME, and making myself happy.

Take it in.

Enjoy.

Things change.

 

 

 

#1213 Rhapsodic notes

My gratitude came to me pretty early this morning. It was while running to the car to take baby girl to school drop off that it happened.

In amongst starting the car, putting our bags in the boot, and strongly encouraging her to “close the door,” I then sat down in the driver’s seat with a huff, and suddenly heard the all-too familiar notes…

“Is this the real life

Or is it just fantasy

Caught in a landslide

No escape from reality…”

What? As if it was planned for my entrance. I checked the station. Queen playing on commercial radio? A 6 minute song on breakfast FM?

It was.

I looked back at baby girl in shock. We were both thinking the same thing.

We had just sang a birthday version of this song for my sister on the weekend. We had created it and revised the words, and made it all about her. In fact, as I started to drive, baby girl decided to belt out our version…

(Instead of “Mama, ooh ooh ooh)

Aunty, we love you.”

Oh God, it was gorgeous. I drove to her school with the music blaring, original words interspersed with our own rhythmic creation.

“So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye

Use your digital camera and leave me to smile!”

It was hilarious and put us on an immediate high for the day. Not only were we singing along to one of our favourite songs, but it was bringing back all the amazing memories of the weekend,

They even played the last words…

”Anyway the wind blows,” which is really

Happy birthday sister.”

GONG.

Best start to the day.

 

 

#1171 Lovely in the sun

I found myself a bit overwhelmed by life this morning. So much so that when baby girl had a fairly decent ‘moment,’ that seemingly appeared out of nowhere and had me wiping away her tears in front of her class, before walking away when she was settled and then wiping away my own… well let’s just say that problematic thoughts kind of took over.

I had so much to do, things were upsetting me, I was trying to stay in control… it was too much. I looked out to sea as I drove along the Esplanade, thinking how much I wanted to get out and stare at the water.

“Do it,” a voice whispered.

But I have so much to do… I told myself. And now I’m sad.

Still, I faltered. I pondered my options, as if I were hopping from one foot to the next, and when I got to the familiar clearing amongst trees and saw there were no cars approaching, I spontaneously turned in.

Grabbed my phone and keys. Left my bag in the car. Walked with my not-appropriate for gravel/sand boots over to the table and bench that was free.

Waiting for me.

And I sat, and I stared.

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It was post 9am and sunny in April, so people were taking advantage. They were out and about. I dared not turn as I heard runners crunching on the gravel behind me. To and fro they moved, some silent, some making quiet conversation to their partner, when suddenly…

“Morning!” A voice clearly directed at me startled my Bay-stare, and I turned quickly, compelled to answer immediately.

“Morning!” I replied. He smiled, this short, yet fit 50-something man, charging happily on his lonesome past me. “Lovely in the sun?!”

“Yep it sure is lovely,” I replied. I smiled as he walked off, grateful that someone had snapped me out of my listless watching.

Lovely in the sun… had it been a fact, or a question? A friendly greeting, or a check in to see if I was ok?

Yes it was lovely in the sun… the sun allowed light to bathe us and take us out of darkness, but sometimes that light failed to penetrate deep to our thoughts…

Thank God for words. Thank God for people.

#1161 The shimmering Moon

The general consensus amongst Melburnians today would be this:

The weather was amazing.

Stunning. Bright. Happy. Glorious. All the sunshine-y things.

It was a perfect Easter Saturday, and a wonderful way to continue this Easter long weekend.

But few people would have been privy to the other celestial show I witnessed earlier today.

I left the house for work at 6am. It was black as midnight. And yet instead of doing my usual hurried dash towards the car (boogie men, that’s why, and a certain cousin who likes to scare me shitless with horror videos) I stopped, and I stared.

And I took out my phone.

The moon was so full, so bright and so low, that it was casting a beautiful shimmering reflection on the water before me.

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It was magical. Like something you would read about in a book… but this was before my very eyes. My mind wasn’t making it up at all.

And I realised… if it weren’t for work, I wouldn’t have seen this spectacular lunar display.

Often, we find ourselves in places that we are meant to be in… but it’s whether we realise it or not that makes the difference.