#1487 As the sun sets on Summer…

I was so cranky this afternoon.

I felt like I was about to explode.

Mostly, I had the SHITS, majorly, about this whole stupid toilet paper situation.

(Yes, deliberate pun).

Almost everyone has gone insane.

It’s like a dog eat dog world… already people are fighting over toilet paper (why this particular sanitary item I have no idea) so can you imagine what would happen if there was an immediate and very real threat to our health… can you imagine then what would happen?

I don’t want to.

I got home from training, and HAD to turn my head around from all the mumbo-jumbo.

I had to make it better.

The weather was meeting me half-way there… so I had to make the rest of the trip.

To the beach.

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Within minutes I felt all my crazy melting away into the, what was initially very mild waters, to suddenly ICE COLD ones.

It was a short trip, but it got me away from the routine if only for a bit, and for that I am thankful.

Was this the end of our beach trips for this Summer season? I have no idea. It’s always a sad realisation, wondering if this will be the last visit, thinking the next one may be a good 7-8 months away…

SO LONG AWAY.

But, I will always have sunsets. And those are pretty damn amazing, all year round.

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#1453 Balcony reading no. 2

I’ve worked out the best time of day to sit on the balcony in Summer.

Before midday.

The sun has not yet passed the roofline, meaning I’m not getting fried like an egg on the timber planks below.

I made a cappuccino, took some home-made biscuits, along with my book, my notes, and my phone, and basked in the morning summertime bliss.

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And got myself inspired. ♥

#1450 Purple in the garden

Friday we were sweltering. Today we were freezing.

🤷‍♀️

That’s Melbourne weather for you.

But one area that has benefited from this crazy hot-one-minute, Antarctic-the-next seasonal yo-yo, has been our garden.

The garden bed Hubbie lay down months ago, that has been ‘eh’ in it’s floral production and new green growth, seems to be loving the fact that Melbourne doesn’t know what season it’s in.

Just this morning while pulling on a hoodie, I noticed the bright array of purple, that has only had about 5 blooms since planting, now is a whole ground cover!

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Just loving the purple. The colour pops springing up in the backyard make my soul smile. 💜🌱😁

 

#1449 Okay nutella

When I saw my old faithful and fave ice cream shop in town, Vespa’s stripped down to the walls, their windows covered in newspaper…

I knew it may not just be a revamp. I knew they may not be back.

I was right.

I’ve been shitty about this fact, until a while back when I discovered there was a new place in town, that even had beachside location AND next to the best park.

Okay Lucy.

Yep, that’s the name.

And today while taking a visitor around our town, we stopped there to have a taste.

Can I just say, Nutella?

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Like, Nutella ice cream. It was DELICIOUS.

You know what else these guys do? For an extra 50 cents you can have Nutella from a tap 😮😛😳 drizzled onto your ice cream!

That will be for another day, to be sure. 👍

And maybe just maybe, they will be that good that I will even want their frosty treats through Winter…?

Not one ice cream has made me froth through winter yet, NOT ONE.

But, only time will tell.

While the weather is warm anyway, Lucy rules my roost… 🍦👑

#1447 Me Time no. 1

I can just as easily have named this a ‘reasons why I love living by the beach’ post with the water being a theme and all once again, but the true intentions of my writing and where I am coming from are so different this time.

Sure, it was hot.

Sure, I wanted to make the most of Summer.

Sure, I wasn’t passing up a hot day offer from Melbourne even if it meant I was alone.

Especially because I was alone. 😉

But I’ve been in a funny space lately. Neither here nor there. Thinking about life, wondering what to do, in this odd middle-ground of nothingness, where nothing is the only thing that actually happens…

Just a whole lot of thinking instead.

I’ve been coming to grips with this weird phase, reminding myself that we all go through it at certain times of life and it’s part of the whole cocoon process in becoming a new person.

To become a butterfly we must shed our shell. But we must hide out and hibernate first to do so.

Part of my quest this year, the year of balance as I’m calling it, the ‘2020’ year, is to find more time to make me happy.

You might think that is SO easy given I don’t have a job. I have plenty of time, right?

Time doesn’t necessarily equate to heart and purpose though. And it’s awfully hard to find motivation when the car that is your life stalls and has to change new tyres, and you suddenly don’t know where the tyres are coming from. And then someone tells you to not stress, and relax.

You try relax while waiting for a tyre change.

So in the meantime, I really have to do things for me.

Things that fill my soul with purpose.

Things that make me smile.

Things that I miss doing.

Things that I always put on the backburner because I need to cook/clean/make phone calls/do washing/a billion other things on my to-do list.

Going to the beach on my lonesome is just one of those wonderful ‘me’ things.

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(the seagull had to photobomb my solitary beach photo!)

Firstly, when alone at the beach, I have no one in tow, and no one to answer to. I decide when I come and go. I sit on the sand for as long as I like, and I sit in the water for as long as I like.

And today, while sitting in the water and having waves crash over me… well it truly reset my car battery. 😉

I’ve written a little story about it on Instagram, about waves and life and letting go, so I do hope you check it out… you can find me under smikgwriter so give me a yell if you’re on there too. ♥

 

 

#1446 Reasons why I love living near the beach no. 2

So this is similar to my number 1 reason from an earlier post, but… I love living by the beach because…

We can go after work.

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Hubbie’s work, that is. Having a peak temperature day of 37 in our neck of the woods meant that it was likely to still be hot later in the day.

This was perfect, as it’s not generally favoured amongst bosses and teachers that employees cancel work and students wag school to hit the sand and water.

But living by the beach, you can just go after work and school!

Visits like this aren’t for long. We grab our towels, our belongings in one bag, our thongs are on our feet and swimwear is ready, as baby girl drags her body board behind her.

That’s it.

An hour maybe, tops.

Short and sweet.

And we end up having the best time ever.

We had the best time ever. ♥

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