#1448 The Saturday night drive home

How can a drive home be considered exciting? Rather, does it mean the night and time out preceding it was crap, if the drive is a highlight?

Not necessarily.

Being on the side of town away from A LOT (ahem, all) of our family and friends, it comes to reason that when there is a party/function/birthday/catch-up/dinner, it’s usually NOT in our neck of the woods.

It doesn’t matter how much fun I have during the night. It’s unavoidable that the night will wear on, and I will grow tired.

At this stage, the drive home ahead of me seems so long, and my eyes become heavy at the thought.

But then something happens. The same thing that happens every drive home on a Saturday.

Baby girl falls asleep.

Hubbie and I are listening to music.

And we’re talking.

It’s the talking that’s grand. Hubbie and I talk and talk… about everything. Everything is different at night, at the end of the day, when we’re so relaxed and ready for bed.

The words come easy. Topics are more passionate. We are more loving.

And by the time we get home, like tonight, I am almost sad.

Because the talking is so good, I want to keep driving. 🚘😉

 

#1336 Dress up, to not get down

Fake it ’til you make it.

That was my motto, my mantra today.

On a day where I both wanted to shy away from social interactions, yet didn’t want to be alone, I found myself in an annoying predicament…

Do I go, or do I stay?

I knew getting out was inevitable, and also that it would help my mood drastically. I knew that from the innermost depths of my soul.

It was still a tricky emotional state to manoeuvre.

So how did I overcome it?

I faked it.

I dressed up. I thought at the very least, if I looked good, I would start to feel good. There’s nothing like putting on a new outfit, and seeing yourself in the mirror as a completely well-adjusted, satisfied and sparkling person, to make you question any previous flailing thoughts about you, your life or current situation.

Because new clothes are real good at hiding your thoughts.

And, it worked. I had a great time, faking it, until I believed it.

And just in case I needed another pick me up?

Well, there is always coffee. 🤩☕

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#1261 Letting it all out

When was the last time you cried?

Let it ALL out?

I don’t mean a pathetic weeping. I am talking a full-fledged, soul-shaking, whole body performance that tremors with the waves of emotions like sea water crashing across the shore.

It’s obviously best done with someone you trust. Someone you love.

Even better perhaps, when you are on the phone.

You can ugly cry all you want. Screw up your eyes and let your snots hang dangerously low, let the teardrops make splatters on your pants, stain your top.

And although the beginning of such a sob session may start off as solemn, downcast, and awfully depressing… something wonderful does come out of it.

Nothing may have changed. Nothing major anyway. Buy you not only gain a different perspective from hearing someone else repeat your words, but you feel somewhat lighter too.

The load has been dispersed. Instead of one huge boulder on your back, the expression of your deepest sadness may have allowed some of that boulder to chip away, and leave instead, large stones.

And the more that you walk along, and on with life, the more likely it is that some of those large stones may slowly start to roll off…

And so on.

Nothing changes overnight… But it is the knowledge of someone lending an ear, while you also let loose, allowing the internal waterfall to pour out, that actually makes all the difference.

#1250 The different ways to appreciate my friends

A recurrent theme for me in this gratitude blog is in finding different ways and discovering various angles in which to appreciate the same thing, place, event, food… or people.

And in life, it is common that you find yourself repeatedly thankful for the same thing, many times.

Consider it something truly special, if you find it. It’s not repetitive or mundane.

It’s magic. Blissful. Electric. Beautiful.

To find yourself anew with wonder, happiness and a heart full of love, at the same thing again and again… it’s a blessing.

And so again tonight. Dinner out with friends. Maybe not the number of us that there were meant to be, so hearts were missing… but the hearts there were full of love regardless. ❤️

And how do I pinpoint, and make notice of the different ways in which the night made me smile, filled my soul with joy, and truly made me appreciative of the night?

Well, straight off, Thursday night out. It’s practically still mid-week, and us mums were rocking it, school routines and all waiting for us the next day.

Stuff it.

Nothing says ‘stuff it’ better than a mid-week cocktail.

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Stuff it.

And then there were the moments. The constant talking, how silence DIDN’T fill the air…

The coriander.

My name in their drinks.

The spiciness.

How nothing else was open after we ate, and yet we idled about walking from one place to the next, biding time, while we talked to our hearts content.

Or how we stood talking for half a length of a movie outside the cinemas… just chatting, laughing and sharing stories.

Or how we talked a further 20 minutes in the middle of a vacated shopping centre as we said our goodbyes.

And then said some more…

And so you see, it’s all these things that made this night with old friends so unique. And actually, it isn’t at all common, no matter how many times we catch up, where we eat, who is there, or what we do.

It’s in the memories shared with those you love, and that is always special.

Look after your friends. Good ones are hard to find.

 

 

#1164 Sisters hit Sassafras

Today was well overdue.

ALL the best days are.

Best outings. Best catch-ups. Best times with the best people.

Sis and I caught-up and headed into the Dandenong Ranges for coffee, food, and then more food…

But more important than anything we consumed, was the talking. The open-heartedness. The breaking down of walls. The happiness in sharing your thoughts with someone, speaking openly and honestly and knowing there is no judgment, only love and hope for better things.

We hide things too often. We keep our woes close to our chests and in turn they burden our bodies. We carry these physical and mental stones, struggling in an uphill battle that sees us growing weaker and weaker, the further we climb with these massive boulders…

And then we fall, rolling spectacularly down the hill.

But then, there will be a hand. A hand outstretched to lift you up, help you out, and see to it that you will be on your way again.

With no stones. Just a hand to hold.

The hand I held today was my sister’s. ♥

#624 Motherly Moments no. 4

I am chatting to Hubbie on the couch.

Correction. I am trying to chat to Hubbie on the couch.

Baby girl is all over me. Holding my face, trying to get me to look at her and only her. “Mama, mama, mama,” she repeats, hogging my line of vision, while I try to look past her and continue on with our conversation.

“One second baby girl.”

“Mama, mama, mama,” she continues.

We somewhat manage to end the topic. I look at her, actively focusing in. “What?”

“Mama, I love you too much.”

Awwwww.

“Princess, I love you too much.”

“I love you MORE.”

Why does she always win at this game?!?!?!

I smile and hug her tightly. “Actually sweetheart, I think I love YOU more.”

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Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash

#595 Post-party in-car D&M

They are becoming more and more frequent, and I LOVE them.

I don’t even know why they weren’t so frequent before… we’re always driving some kind of distance to get to some event/birthday/wedding/party. And yet, maybe because we are now so much more further away from a lot of our family and friends, our time in the car has now been extended…

…Making these moments happen more often. Happily so.

Because it will be the end of a long day or night. Either way baby girl will be sleeping, spent from the day’s playing/activities/charades. And then Hubbie and I will begin to talk.

About everything. Starting with a party debrief. ‘Who said what, why that happened, did you hear about that place?’ Not in a gossip-y way, not at all. It’s more a happy sharing in information, where we laugh, we delve into all kinds of topics and issues, and we reminisce on the day that was, counting our blessings for having the circle that we do, and counting our blessings for each other.

Inevitably, just like today too, after going to a birthday party and then driving home in the late afternoon, we would have had a glass or 5 to drink. Well not me, I’m the driver. But we are in happy, fine form, and start counting the ways in which we are grateful for each other.

We bond. We talk about goals and dreams. We look to the skies, whether they are bright with sunlight, or midnight black, and try to work out what we will do with our lives, how we will achieve it, and what can we do to get to it, together.

And I think I know why I love these conversations so much. Yes we are setting positive goals. Yes we are reconnecting. Yes we are expressing gratitude for those around us, but for each other most importantly.

They are so dear to me, because simply, we are just talking. We have a long space of time, where we can just spill our guts and express our deepest heart’s desires, and just go for it.

It is beautiful, and all of the above things make it more so.