#1281 Down time after the birthday weekend

Tonight, there is no writing.

Tonight, there is no reading.

There isn’t even a pre-emptive to-do list for the week ahead.

I think I will work it out. I always have.

Tonight, I do nothing. After the birthday weekend we’ve just had, I am spent.

I am satisfied.

I am exhausted.

I will sit here on the couch and smile as I go through photo after photo, and snuggle in closer to the cushion as I hear the wind howling outside, all while giving thanks for yesterday’s sunshine.

Tonight, I take a break. ❀

#1192 Walking for doughnuts

I found myself without car today.

I had to leave my car at an auto electrician’s this morning after school drop off, and subsequently had no quick and reliable mode of transport to get me home.

So… to walk.

It was a great walk as it was fresh and I warmed up quickly. It took me 27 minutes from start to my front door, and really it would have been about 20 if I hadn’t made a cheeky detour, and then spent some of my time slowing down to take photos of me looking like a Christmas tree my goodies.

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LOL. It is all about BALANCE.

Take a nice lengthy walk home…

Reward yourself (as if it were my choice) with doughnuts.

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#1162 Pictures of a Happy Easter

I’ve learnt that a crappy start to the day, week or season does not necessarily mean the entire thing is a write-off.

And given the frustrated moments, running around and sick feelings we’ve all had, the day turned out absolutely…

Eggcelent. πŸ˜ƒπŸ°πŸ₯š

From the Eggceptional home made choc-chip hot cross buns we had for breakfast this morning…

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To the Eggciting Easter hunt around the home…

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And finally, love, laughter and memory-making, (and ALL the brews baking!) at my parents’ house…

This Easter felt like something truly Eggstra.

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Ok I stop!

Hope your Easter had you hopping about in happiness too. 😜

#1123 Not my sunset

Do you know what I like best about this photo?

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Not that it’s pretty.

Not that it’s from my bedroom window.

(And no, not because it’s an easy way to express gratitude YET AGAIN).

It’s not because it stared at me by surprise this evening.

And it’s not even because I love the water.

It’s because I didn’t take it…

Baby girl did πŸ˜πŸŒ…πŸ’—

 

#1099 The detail in the picture

A picture can tell a thousand words…

You know what I love about this picture?

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It’s not the princess costume baby girl gained from her cousins yesterday (that she wants to live, breathe and do everything in)

It’s not how she’s acting like a hairdresser and brushing my besties hair

It’s not even that ball, far away in the background, that shows she doesn’t quite listen when we say no kicking inside!

It’s that hand

That soft, sweet hand, resting on my bestie’s shoulder.

That, action.

β™₯Β it.

#1094 Rainy (rained on) Day Rules

You know how they say the heavens wait for school drop-off and pick-up for them to open?

They ain’t wrong.

See, baby girl was alright. I got her into class as the light drizzle began, thinking that’s all it would eventuate to… a steady drizzle.

How about a steady onslaught.

Because that’s what it felt like. The rain got heavier and heavier, falling with greater intensity as I made my way back to the car, first speed walking, then running.

It felt like someone had turned the dial up on the rain-o-meter, such was the change in nanoseconds, from raining, to shitting cats and dogs.

I got into the car with a sigh, huff and puff… soaked.

How do you move on and regain composure from such an event?

Home-made coffee…and Freddie Mercury.

Now it was ME turning up the dial. I particularly liked Queen’s version of ‘I want to break free’ at Wembley Stadium.

1:53. “Oh how I want to be free baby, oh how I want to break free… oh how I want to break free.”

Guitar. Oh so good. The crazy Wintery wind that has thrown itself on our Sumner season masked the thumping walls and my warbled tone.

Soon, as the wind continued its rampaging around the house and the rain started its downpour AGAIN, I felt the urge for some necessary rainy day activities.

Photos.

I haven’t filed away photos since 2013. No jokes. Today I was putting away, in order, photos of my pregnancy and the first 3 months of baby girl, such is the volume of photos I have.

Hundreds. Thousands. I am not kidding. I had them packed away in a box upstairs, and fuelled by the weather unleashing around me and telling me it was definitely one of those ‘home days,’ I tended to a long-standing task, and felt absolutely terrific afterwards.

Did I finish? I told you there were thousands. The answer, HELL NO. But I have started, and a start is as good a place as any to begin something that you have held off on for 6 years.

Despite doing these things that made me happy, it seems the rain that had poured onto me after school drop-off, along with all these recent never-ending early mornings, my ‘almost’ sickness of the weekend and baby girl’s primary school sniffles, well it ALL caught up to me… I officially have the cold.

Sniff.

What could I do then, in the evening to make things that much more bearable and easier to deal with?

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I shouldn’t just have a bath when I’m sick. That, I know. But it was something that occurred to me, that I needed time out, a place to be warm, a site of refuge, and the bath was the first thing that came to mind, though it isn’t something I am able to do often… a fact I wish to change.

And you know what? By the end of my watery paradise, I had even forgotten I was sick.

(Until 15 minutes after I was dry, and my nose/head/body reminded me again).

I guess my point is, you don’t need to write off your day with one bad incident that may occur at the beginning of it. There is always room to turn it around, make it better, with conscious effort and a positive mind.

Being free with music. Organising myself inside and out. And calming my body and soul with water. They are all things that made me happy today, despite anything else that may have tried to hinder it.

Let’s face it… I was hindered… but I turned those setbacks into great memories by purposefully seeking out ways to make me happy.

Creating a bevy of uplifting memories for my day.

And that is the point. πŸ™‚