#804 Pre-work cafe writing

Today, I did that little thing that I do sometimes… I left the house for work at 7am, even though I didn’t have to start until 9:30am.

No, it doesn’t take me 2 and a half hours to get to work. It takes me 1 hour when things are going well – so where were those other 90 minutes going?

I got to work and parked. I then walked

down the path to my destination of choice –

A CAFE.

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I had brought my laptop in with me, so as I woke up with an indulgent egg and hash muffin, so too did the words on the screen light up and come alive…

With the help of some caffeine too.

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I never would have thought that I’d ever forgo sleep to get up and get some ‘me time’ in. It’s not purely the ‘me time’ that dictates what time I get up though: I want to get up and out of the house early so that baby girl isn’t upset if she sees me leave for work.

Avoiding an angry and sad child is a STRONG motivator. Wanting some writing time, is the extra icing on the cake.

It was a perfect and relaxed start to the day. The more I ‘cafe write’ the more I feel absolutely legit as a writer.

Wait a minute. I am not a writer solely based on where and how I write, and what it is I write, and whether I am published or not…

I am a writer, simply because, shortest English sentence here – I AM. 

And YOU are too… simply. Whatever you want to be, you already ARE.

#763 Sunday beach walk

Sometimes you don’t know that you need something, until you do it.

Like a walk. The introspection, clarity and calm that can come with one, more so when you are with loved ones, is something that needs to be practiced often, like meditation.

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And even with the crazy Melbourne wind that was today, whipping us, our hair, and the Port Phillip seas about, it somehow added to the experience of it all… knocking sense into us.

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It may seem static and reliable, but there is always something new to discover, with a beach walk.

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#756 Walk to the Garage Sale

I love those spur of the moment decisions. They happen easily when you have no plans, on a Sunday, and you are driving along and see a garage sale just on the side of the road…

And so you think… “one person’s trash, someone else’s treasure?”

I am not one for garage sales, let’s get that straight here. I need to get rid of my own trash/treasure for goodness sake. But I could tell Hubbie was thinking the same as me, that ‘what if?’ wondering if we might stumble across something that we would just lose our minds over the luck of stumbling across, some insane find like what you see on those trash and treasure shows like American Pickers, Pawn Stars or Bargain Hunt.

We could find an antique vase from the 1800s for all we knew.

And we did stumble across something unexpectedly… money. While walking across the road to get to the garage sale, we saw some broken glass along the edge of the nature strip and road, with loose change scattered all over the ground! Someone’s money jar had broken, or fallen out of a moving car…

One person’s loss, is another person’s gain. We collected about $11 in change, and we’ll try our luck at a lotto ticket this week.

And no, we didn’t find an antique vase at the garage sale… but we did have a long and lengthy conversation with the lady who lived there. 60+, nose ring, hippie and totally with it, this lady was friendly and kind, giving us all manner of information on her plants, fish ponds, and the area that we live in.

We didn’t take away any of her wares, but we walked away with A LOT of her knowledge. It was invaluable.

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And as our walk came to an end, I thought to myself that when you play your cards right, you can find treasure, everywhere…

Especially in trash.

#753 A pick-me-up walk

We often complicate life with all our wants and requests, but sometimes the simplest thing, is all you really need.

A coffee. A well-read break. Putting your feet up.

Well, when ALL of the above (I know, even coffee!) didn’t do the job, and my head was still heavy, my body still tired, and my mind uninspired, I thought to do the thing that most weary legs wouldn’t normally do…

Go for a walk.

And my tired-from-kinder girl, also had to agree. A walk it was.

 

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We chatted as we headed down the path. It was a short walk around the block, and with the afternoon sun on us, we escaped to shade as we soon turned a corner.

It was so beautiful just talking to her. She was rattling on about good boys and girls getting Christmas presents, and cheeky kids NOT! She was proud, because she had gotten a Barbie Van from Ho Ho (Santa) last year.

We talked houses. She pondered if any of her kinder classmates lived right near us, and I told her, probably not. She then asked me to ask their parents where they lived. I nodded…

We also talked magpies. People who walked around, and people who often called for taxis.

We said hi to a back-door neighbour, saw our house over the fence, and discussed what a great idea it had been to take a light-hearted walk around the block…

Light-hearted, but simultaneously, uplifting. The walk, had WORKED. 🙂

 

#706 Kirks perks

This is beginning to become a thing now. Kirks, those gorgeous coastal views, and a casual beach stroll…

It definitely wasn’t planned, but we headed over to a fave local of ours tonight for dinner. It was very low-key, since Hubbie has been feeling worse for wear post New Year partying and following all of these long Summer days and nights of continuing the rage, but even so, when they seated us towards the back of the restaurant, it just didn’t feel right.

Thank God for speaking up. Honestly, telling people what you think in a courteous way works wonders. We asked a lovely wait staff member if there were any closer seats to those gorgeous Port Phillip Bay view windows. No, it was a packed house tonight. But…

We could sit outside?

Hold on a second. The night had just gotten substantially better.

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And so we sat. We drank, and we ate. We had the warm and mild, then cool and breezy air, waft around us.

And then I put on my $4 Kmart thongs from the boot of the car and we crossed the road to get a closer view of the beach.

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Baby girl leading the charge.

From sun setting on the left, to the rocky coast on the right.

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The water was actually warm, and if I were dressed better, I would have gone in deeper. Baby girl didn’t care how she was dressed, and still got a decent amount of the bottom half of her dress wet, but that’s kids for you.

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And Hubbie wandered.

It was a brief, though truly captivating way to end dinner, the day, and the night.

… so could Kirks, and those beach views, possibly if at all surpass the quantity of my posts which express the various ways in which I am grateful and dedicate my days to coffee?

Hey, here’s a thought… I’ll have a coffee next time, AT Kirks, while enjoying those beach views. Now we’re talking. 🙂

#689 Walk to Work while the World sleeps

One of the best things about working during the normal January school holidays is that EVERYTHING is quieter.

The streets are quieter. Little traffic, you just fly on through to your destination.

Work is breezy. All the hard shit is done and you’re there trying to work out what Shakespeare performance you’re going to watch at the Pop-Up theatre with all your mad google searches.

And generally, there are less people.

I get to work about 7, which doesn’t sound too abnormal, but if I told you I get up at 5am, that sounds abnormal. Nonetheless, there are still people around any other time of year, rain, hail or shine, as I make the 7-10 minute walk over to work from where I park (depending on how cold it is).

But today… NO ONE.

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It was magic. Any other time, the thought of getting up early for a quiet walk sounds too hard as sleep and bed are my best friends, and yet when I am out on my walk in peace and solitude, I LOVE IT.

I observed the moored boats and soft rippling of the water around them, the fresh air that was devoid of any breeze, and the fact that I was the only one walking at that very moment.

It filled my soul.

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The photos do not do it proper justice, but I found clarity and beauty in the scenery around me, and gazed upon the water as the rest of the world, slept…