#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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#1312 Hubbie the gardener

I think it’s lovely that Hubbie loves greenery.

He loves trees, and flowers, and all manner of plants and shrubbery, even grass… and is constantly trying to think up ways to pretty our yard, bring more colour and green leaves in, and also, when all that fails and he has no inspiration, he does the next best thing – he moves the pots around ;););)

He has been working along diligently on our front yard. Even on today, our day off together, he spent a good portion of it digging up grass and making a path along the fence for our new garden bed to go, making holes for new plants and the best part… giving them a positive welcome message as he puts them in the earth.

“Good luck!” He calls out as he pulls the wound-up and compacted plant roots from the plastic tub. “Hope you like it here.”

OMG. It is so darn cute. He does it with every plant. EVERY. ONE.

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He is proud of his progress, and proud of what he is creating… and I couldn’t be prouder either. β™₯β™₯β™₯β™₯

#1302 The best play centre ever for the day

“This is the best play centre ever!”

They are great words to hear from your child, and as much as I adore them, they stem from her inherent positivity… she says stuff like that, A LOT.

It doesn’t take away from the moment. From moments like those, or moments like these:

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Anything to make her happy. Anything to make her smile…

Both achieved today πŸ™‚

 

#1269 Sick Sunset

I am sick.

With a capital S-I-C-K.Β 

The one particular thing good about being struck down with flu symptoms this week is that it’s not… next week.

Birthday week.

Grasping at straws I know. Glass half-full syndrome, I know.

But this sunset. I caught a glimpse of it, and seeing the clouds getting pushed aside by those magnificent and vibrant orange-yellow colours… the 16 year-old in me went – “sick.”

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And judging by my definitions in an earlier post, I thought it was quite funny.

I also thought, “I want to be that orange, that yellow.”

“I want to push through the clouds.”

 

#1194 Towards the end of lovely May

Today was the kind of day, where you had to ask yourself –

“What can I do outside today?”

And although there is still 8 days ’til the end of this month, I can say with almost certainty –

There will not be another May day like today.

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For the second day in a row now, the sun was out, and SHINING. It was warm. I got a chair and sat outside to jot some things down… I let the cat out (watching him with a keen eye in case he moved too close to our bird)… and I allowed the breeze to blow past me briskly, confident in the knowledge that the sun was there through it all to warm me right up again.

Blue skies. No clouds.

Happy thoughts. No worries.

My state of mind was reflected in the day… BUT, the day told me, no matter what, YOU CHOOSE how you do YOU.

 

#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™‚

 

 

 

 

 

#1075 Life metaphors at the Beach

I love the beach. I love the water. The calming and serene effect that it automatically imprints upon you.

I love the expanse of water. I sit, or I stand, or I crouch in the water, and I look at the wealth of ocean before me.

I like to think something positive in times like these. It’s something I did again today, when I was with baby girl down by the water. And it’s not for the fact of tricking myself into believing it… rather it’s a reminder of what I already know.

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Whether I am in the water, or sitting out of it and drying on the stinging sand, I think this:

Look at the abundance of water around us.

Up ahead.

Everywhere.

It is never-ending.

And it is in this abundance that I remember, there is enough for everyone.

Enough happiness.

Enough health.

Enough success.

Enough fulfillment.

There is no limit on any of these things. If you hear someone has a great job, do not think to yourself –

“Damn, I wish I could have a great job” –

and envy their position.

Because as I said… just as the water goes from horizon to horizon, the oceans touch and merge and grow, and go on and on and on, so too can our dreams…

Be Big. BOLD. Adventurous.

Plentiful.

There is enough of an amazing life for everybody. Remember that.

I thought this again as I sat in the shallow waters, with baby girl playing nearby.

You can’t chase life either. Sometimes, you need to let things go.

I surrendered to this thought in the still waters… until soft waves rolled in, washing over me, and splashed against my body.

I smiled in acknowledgement. I know.

Thank You. πŸ™‚