#1599 Day 101 of getting there: The Winter beach walk

We didn’t have to go far to feel like we were on holiday today.

Just as well. With all the fear and frustration so rampant around Victoria lately, we don’t really want to be going anywhere.

How far did we go? Well, just down the road.

It was amazing to be able to head to our local beach, the beach we frequent so much over Summer. I’ve been feeling particularly ‘locked’ lately, like I’ve lost my freedom, and all those little things we take for granted as always being there…

And we aren’t even in a lockdown suburb.

But today, it was Winter. Sunny yes, but so windy too. We walked amongst trees, on a short track that led to a major beach lookout.

I expected it to be freezing there… actually it was not so bad. The air had warmth, and the view was just spectacular…. it took our minds off Winter, if only for a bit.

#1382 Brunch and Beach

This Wednesday after dropping off baby girl at school, Hubbie and I first brunched at this amazing hipster-vegan-beachy cafe on the best end of Main Street (ah, the water end of course ;))…

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And it was delicious and filling and sweet but HEALTHY. And we sipped coffee and read the paper and it was bliss. ๐Ÿ™‚

Then I took him on an adventure.

A while ago I wandered a different path out of curiosity. It was close to home and I turned here, there and everywhere, ending up at three different lookouts to the Port Phillip Bay.

It was amazing. I did it alone and it was somewhat terrifying since I didn’t know where I was going, but it was thrilling at the same time.

I took him there after brunch.

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Some of my fave quotes of his:

“You walked here, BY YOURSELF???”

“Just stop for a moment… stand here… breathe in. Can you smell the sea salt?”

“Another lookout?”

It was a really lovely mini adventure we had, and I was happy to show him something I had discovered… on my own. And now, it is ours.

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#1379 The little festive tree

Last night the big tree… tonight the little tree.

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I think it was when we first moved here that I went out and got the small Christmas tree for baby girl’s room. It just made sense.

  1. We LOVE Christmas.
  2. She can decorate it however she likes and I give her full creative control (knowing that is my card to pull when she tries to take over the decorating of the ‘main’ tree)
  3. Martha Stewart has like 3 trees in ‘one’ of her homes… we love Christmas, remember???

We spread out the decorations we’ve accumulated over the years and baby girl got to decorating. I just sat on her bed, and watched. ๐Ÿ™‚

She had so much fun, gained such joy in the act, and now her room is all Christmas-y.

“It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…”

#1378 Squeezing in the tree on Saturday night

Today was my off day, my break from doing something, anything.

Actually it was imposed upon me. I didn’t choose to catch a cold just before December. But alas Rudolph nose, flemmy throat and snots galore are here to give me festive cheer.

Let’s not forget the bouts of weakness interspersed with aches and pains. Nooo.ย 

I would have much rather been entertaining family and friends… but shit happens.

I was, and still am, out for the count.

But I got inspired, for a moment. Hubble was going crazy moving pots and plants outside, and then moving furniture inside the house…

So I asked him to take some big bags out for me from under the stairs…

And we put up the Christmas tree! ๐ŸŽ„๐ŸŽ…๐Ÿคถ๐ŸŽ

Yes, on the 23rd of November, thank you very much.

Baby girl then told me that her school bestie already had put up her tree, and I was like “shame on us for taking so long!”

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Before anyone has a heart attack… it’s JUST the tree. The bare basics. I have all our Christmas bags and decorations in corners of the room to tend to throughout the week.

Because this is, a process. A journey. I like to take my time, put the baubles up with care, hang decorations from the ceiling, and light up the walls wherever I go… to Buble, Mariah and Sia contemporarily caroling in the background. ๐ŸŽถ

It is an experience to be enjoyed.

I don’t do it early, just because I want to. I do it because I’m usually really busy in the first week of December. And having done the same last year and put up the tree in late November, I felt so in front, and so organised with Christmas… that now it’s a thing.

Once the tree was up however, I was on the couch passed out again. Just as well I do this slowly…

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#1346 Cuddling Mister F

This is my cat, Mister F.

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Baby girl will argue that he is her cat and he loves her more, but lets face it, if it weren’t for me being a cat person…

We wouldn’t even have a cat right now.

In the picture above, Mister F is being Tarzan, balancing the fence and weaving between the giant leaves of our neighbours fig tree.

He is hilariously clumsy. Moments before I snapped this photo he almost slipped off the fence – like, you are a cat. If you can’t balance on a fence, no one can!

I love his awkwardness. Amazingly what I am loving about him lately is his coat… rather, the cuddly coat.

Hubbie calls it his leather jacket. So black and shiny and smooth. He’s a medium hair so a fair bit of fur still finds its way wafting through our home… which I can’t stand, since I’m the one that cleans it.

But he’s sooo soft. Like today when he wandered into a room he wasn’t meant to go into, I scooped him up flat like a pancake (the way I used to do with my old cat) and hugged him against my chest as I carried him downstairs.

And Mister F? He was totally cool about being a pancake. He looked around curiously as I held him close to me in a hug, and didn’t try to escape even once.ย 

He lets us get away with almost anything… don’t feel sorry for him though… He has a butcher as an owner.

Sardines for dinner? His favourite โค๐Ÿ˜ป

#1345 A cloudy walk to clarity

My head matched my surroundings when I woke this morning: cloudy, dreary, flat.

It was so grey. And today, I couldn’t just do what I’ve been doing every other day… I just couldn’t. Every other day I come back home from school drop off, sit down in front of the computer, and I BLEED FROM MY FINGERTIPS.

Okay, clearly I am making that up. Rather, I pour all of my head out onto the screen before me, consequently judging it, questioning it, and believing after all that it is ALL CRAP.

So, same same.

I do this rain, hail, or shine. All three things we’ve had in the last week, so I’m not even being melodramatic over that one either.

But, I was spent. Done. After sending off my second submission for my online course last night, I needed a break.

I needed to walk.

But first… (what else but? – )

Coffee.

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I walked down the street to a great local cafe. I grabbed the paper and a mag as I waited for my coffee fix, surprised that everyone was sitting inside and not outside like me!

Sure it wasn’t the brightest of days… but I needed the air. The freshness. The stillness and the birds landing on the nearby chair to see if I had left them any crumbs.

I sat there for a while without a care in the world, sipping my cap which was well past lukewarm, and turning page after page.

Ahh. I really needed this.

But I wasn’t done. Not by a long shot. I kept walking straight and hit another vision… the water.

I paused at one lookout before randomly deciding to walk down a bushy path amongst the trees, with a lookout of the water to the left of me.

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I walked down that path… and then I decided to head down a narrower, bushier, steeper path.

THE WHOLE TIME I was making sure I wasn’t going to walk into a massive spider web, or there wasn’t a snake about to slither by my feet. Alongside those two very natural, very Aussie fears was the realisation I was truly off the beaten track, and there was no one else around.

NO ONE.

It was both terrifying, and thrilling. Anything could happen, and no one would know…

I ended up at one lookout.

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Then another.

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And another.

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I kept winding and switching paths, trying to keep my orientation clear in case I got lost and had to go back… but I managed to make it back out onto the main street, ALIVE.

And that walk through the wilderness had made me feel alive. My head was no longer heavy, or cloudy, or messed up.

I soon got back home, changed into my trakkiesโ€ฆ and sat at my computer.

Ready to bleed again. ๐Ÿ™‚

 

#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.ย 

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 isย “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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#1333 A different view

It’s nice to dream.

It’s nice to have something to aspire to. Even if it feels way off in the distance. Even if right now, you’re completely happy as you are.

Still, it’s nice to dream.

And this one particular dream, well I always joke to Hubbie, is more likely to happen when I’m an established, published and successful author…

But then I used to also talk casually about having a beach holiday house… and now I live full-time by the water.

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Oh, speaking of living by the water, and dreams…

Hubbie and I took a walk in a different part of our ‘hood today. We took a quiet scenic walk, amongst tall and towering trees…

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… but also, by the water.

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It was a long, winding and circular street, that had the best of both worlds.

Trees. Water.

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I know we live around it, but damn those views were amazing.

We got home later, happily…

There is no chance we’d move.

Not when our view is pretty fine as well…

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But, like I said… it’s always nice to dream. โค

 

 

 

#1326 The ferry adventure

Sometimes the stars just align.

Or should I say, the sun does.

This week has been beyond awesome in the sunshine factor. We wanted to head across the Port Phillip Bay via ferry today, even before we found out it was meant to be in the mid-20s… (mid 20s, woooooh!)

And it was a bloody ripper.

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From the outset of departure from Sorrento pier, everything just flowed… like the water beneath us.

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We ate and drank, walked and soaked up the sunshine, went to a park and observed the grand old trees of Queenscliff town…

All on feet. Leisurely. With no care or thought of routine in the world.

But the best image of all? The one I found once we were at home.

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Ahh.