#1139 Let’s hear it for the girls

I had the best girl sessions this afternoon and evening.

And I mean that in the most loving, nurturing, funny, compassionate and fulfilling way… not in a girl-sesh lesbian way. 😆

Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

The girls who made the second half of my day great did it naturally, casually, without great parade or gusto… it just came so easily to them.

It came so easily, because they were just being, them. And by being them, their presence immediately made me feel at home.

The first girl I had the pleasure of spending quality time with was my own one…

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After school finished, baby girl and I took our coffee break to the balcony upstairs. When she decided to forego the chairs, I followed suit, and we sat on the panelled floor together. The entire afternoon we just chilled… looked at photos together… she drew and I read… we talked… and when I was getting ready for the second part of my evening, I put pink lipstick on her. 💄👄

Our afternoon together filled my soul. 🥰

But that wasn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. I caught up with my high school besties for dinner at a European restaurant, and I went from coffee at home with my girl…

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… to Turkish coffee with my girls, at a Turkish restaurant, of course.

(Can anyone read this coffee for me? 😉)

A day that had started with me going all Mama-bear and “grrr!” at the perceived threat to my baby girl at school that morning from another not very nice girl, and then dealing with the subsequent rage and physical emotions of not knowing how to help her and driving myself MAD over it, well, it ended with a total 180 shift.

Fun. Frivolity. Laughter. D&Ms. Serious words. Thought-provoking statements. Gasps! It happened with all my girls today, and it made me so much more appreciative of the women in my life, and what they bring to me, all the time.

We need women in our life. We need them in the form of our Mothers and Sisters, Daughters and Grandmas, Cousins and…

Friends. Let’s never forget friends.

Gather as many of these women as you can, and keep them in your tribe for moments when you need help, inspiration, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to laugh yourself silly with when the token belly dancer decides to shake her finely toned booty near your face.

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Yes. Let’s hear it for ALL the girls. 👭👭

 

#1118 Getting my shit together on March the 8th

To the immaculate woman.

To the wild woman. 

To the one that smiles politely and only engages in conversation when asked.

To the one who speaks her mind and doesn’t put a zip on it.

To the woman who is a stay-at-home Mum and has spit on her shoulder most of the day.

To the mother who has gone back to work almost immediately and feels massive amounts of guilt.

To the woman with immaculate nails.

To the woman who didn’t brush her hair this morning.

To the girl who runs with the boys and kicks the ball harder than they do.

To the girl in the corner playing shyly with dolls.

To the girl who wants to be a pirate when she grows up.

To the girl who wants to be a princess.

To the girl who acts like a ‘girl.’

To the girl act that acts like… whatever the hell she wants.

To the woman who has her shit together.

To the woman, who is getting her shit together, seemingly, EVERY DAY…

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That is, Me. My bedroom today. And that is a tidy picture of my progress.

On this day the 8th of March, I went upstairs and hauled myself into action. Sorting through boxes of stuff, throwing things out, putting them in order… Marie Fondo-Schmondo you ain’t getting your tiny hands on my piles, as I am keeping most of them.

To the organised, and to the hoarder.

I’ve actually been throwing things out slowly over the past year and half, hence why today was more about organisation rather than expelling. I have sent Hubbie to Vinnie’s with piles of donations so often, we joke that one day he will enter and they will have his photo framed up on their wall. So I do know how to purge…

I just do it my way. At my pace.

To the women who make their own rules, and to those who follow them.

Going through piles of stuff today, both useless and nostalgic, and ‘one day’ items, I thought a lot about women. How different we all are. How often we are told to be a certain way.

‘Toughen up.’

‘Be more ladylike.’

‘Why are you so bossy?’

‘You like that?’

‘Clean up this way. ‘

‘You should follow this book.’

‘Why do you feed your child that?’

‘I wish you weren’t a wallflower.’

‘Lower your voice.’

‘You can’t say that!’

I think there is no greater opportunity than today, to think of all the women we know, to celebrate them and congratulate them, and to support those little women amongst us who are starting out, learning through us and through life, and show them that no matter what they want to be, IT IS OK.

ALL WOMEN should be celebrated. Not just the ones we are told to celebrate.

Not just the athletes.

Not just the working ones.

Not just the together women.

Not just the smiley ladies.

But to celebrate, also…

The ones who get up and fail and still try again.

The ones who are floating from job to job and can’t quite find their passion in life.

The ones whose house is never clean.

The ones who fight so hard to put a smile on their face, when all they want to do is cry.

I salute you all.

Happy International Women’s day, to ALL the women.

Even you, Marie Kondo 😉

#1012 Vote 1 for Decency

I headed into an early voting centre today to make my vote for the weekend’s state election.

I have had no idea who I would vote for coming into it… I usually had a party that I favoured more than the other, but in recent years, both have proved themselves to be utterly as shit as the other. I spent some of my work shift last night looking up news articles and seeing what the parties were offering, and which appealed to me the most.

I mean, I could have just ticked any box on those pieces of paper… but I truly felt deep down, it wasn’t right. I should properly exercise my right and freedom to vote based on the history and what it took to allow women to vote at all. Not voting would be a form of injustice to those who fought so hard for this common and equal right.

So, I stood. I stared. I was in the poll booth, and while others moved in and out of the booths around me, quickly and easily, I stood there planning my moves…

As much as it may seem an annoyance on the day, it is a privilege to have your say about the direction you want your state to go in, and to have your voice heard.

This is when you can make a stand. This is when you can make a difference.

Make it count. Do a little reading and see what feels right for you, and what doesn’t.

And tick accordingly.

(And if all else fails go for my sure-proof method, and select the least shifty-looking of the candidates… the eyes don’t lie).

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Photo by Arnaud Jaegers on Unsplash

#593 Stupid time-wasters…

I feel soooo guilty.

I actually don’t have all that much time to spend doing what I wanna do. I am constantly in a state of ‘must-write,’ and yet having a little girl and a part-time job, a fussy (yet so lovable) Hubbie, and constant 24 hour responsibilities OF LIFE, mean I don’t get to write as much as, or when, I’d like to.

I don’t even get to watch the TV shows I love. My Foxtel planner is currently full of 50+ unwatched Bold and the Beautiful eps, and the only reason I get to watch the current season of The Bachelorette is because I practically demand it.

I haven’t even watched any NEW movies, for about 5 years now, let alone an old fave, in soooo long. I am hanging.

Which is why, to do a totally useless thing, a completely time-wasting activity, feels so horrible, and yet at the same time, so so good…

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Hangs head in shame.

I know. I am sooo late to the party. I think this was huge 5 years ago, and yet for some reason still unknown to me, when I saw the link on my computer as I was adding up sums on my laptop calculator for ‘boring as bat-shit’ bills, I thought “is this a freebie?”

I didn’t expect it to be a full-blown game. I thought it would be ‘meh,’ and not only ‘meh,’ but it would immediately lead me to a section where I would have to go online to pay before I could gain full access to the game.

But it didn’t.

And so for nights now, after doing my obligatory writing projects (gratitude post, personal journal) I have been moving up stages in Candy Crush Soda Saga.

God Help Me. I am up to Stage 17. And even earlier today, as I had 20 minutes or so to wait until my cauliflower soup had simmered to a ready stage, instead of doing something useful online, say, like ANY writing…

I moved up 3 stages. Damn.

I am getting really addicted. I feel bad to be doing something so trivial, so useless, and so inconsequential to the progression of LIFE, but I think at the same time that is what is so appealing about it all …

Because as Women, Wives and Mothers, our lives are full to the brim with responsibility and jobs and routine and drop-offs and lunches and cooking and cleaning and bills and paperwork and work work work work work of ALL KINDS.

So although there are so many things that need constant doing…

Sometimes, not doing anything important at all, feels like the most freeing, and therefore important thing to do.

Yes, this post is about my gratitude to Candy Crush. Yes, I know. I never ever ever EVER thought…

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#575 Girl Power

Women who support, love, promote and encourage one another, are a beautiful, beautiful breed.

And there is no stopping us and what we can achieve, when we have this such network around us.

It’s a horrible thing then, that many women are taught from when they are as young as little girls, that the female race is the enemy. They are their competition, their opponent. They must be better than them, and fight to the death to

get that job.

get that guy.

get that attention.

get that scholarship.

get that money.

and on and on and on it goes.

It’s a sad thing. Because I’ve realised over the years, that there is more than enough

Love

Happiness

Success

Wealth

Jobs

Men

$$$

FOR EVERYONE. It is called abundance, and there are so many out there, men and women alike, who act like they’re at the fish markets and bargaining with the fish monger over who is going to get the last piece of salmon at the best possible price.

But there are tubs and tubs of fresh salmon rolling in behind them.

I decided a long time ago I was only going to surround myself with these beautiful supportive women as much as I possibly could, but MOST importantly I was going to be one of them too – I was going to be supportive and helpful, loving and nurturing, passionate and inspiring, helping them through good times and bad, and just being there, whether it was to help them be the best person they could be, be that sidekick to dance or laugh with them, or be a shoulder to cry on when things got tough.

I am really lucky, that I have such beautiful women like this in my life. And by having them, baby girl is blessed…

Because she has them too. Not only are they my sidekicks, cheerleaders and personal superheroes, but they are automatically and unequivocally, her IDOLS. Leaders. Role Models.

And they are the cream of the crop.

Today I had some of my cousins over, AKA ‘The Sisters.’ And I realised as we chatted, laughed, had some meaningful convo about life and love and choosing the right colour paint for kitchen cupboards, that not only was I lucky, but baby girl was too. She is growing up in a family of strong, courageous, passionate, confident, funny, sassy and smart women, and it brings me such joy that this positive energy has been around her from day dot.

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You know the icing on the cake? We are expecting another little one to the family soon…

Those hands are hiding a baby. A baby girl.

Go Girl Power 🙂

 

 

#550 Chaddy shopping day no.3

Today Hubbie and I had the rare luxury of heading to the shops together, without baby girl! I may sound horribly evil at the amusement of leaving her at kinder while we went to do so, but when you are a parent and have lived through the hardships of completing any shopping at all, let alone personal shopping when child/baby is in tow, well then you will understand my delight.

He bought a linen white shirt for beach days.

I bought a couple of tops.

And then I also bought these:

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I was really inspired when I picked up the Rebel Girls book. My first thought was to buy it later on, when baby girl was like 5 or 6 and could actually understand the stories more when I read them to her at bedtime, but then Hubbie was like “buy it now and just keep it!” and of course that was all the ammo I didn’t need to change my mind.

I even read a couple of entries on some of the influential and inspirational women when I got home, those of Jane Austen and the Williams sisters, and they blew ME away. I think this bedtime storybook is suitable for women of ALL AGES, not just young girls (and that’s my thoughts before I’ve even reviewed it!)

And the other book? Well it was timely that a book about things going wrong and not giving a flying f&^k when they do so, would pass before my eyes the day after I posted about birth-days not going to plan. I’m all very ‘think positive’ and ‘look at the brighter side of life,’ yet found freedom and relief in the premise of a book that was telling me to JUST NOT CARE.

I’ll let you know how I go. I’m grateful for it all, nonetheless.

 

#482 My sister’s birthday

There are some days, lo and behold, that I get as excited by as I do my own birthday – and apart from Christmas and Easter, these other days are the birthdays of my immediate family.

I mean, who doesn’t want to celebrate one of the most important people in their life, to commemorate the day they were brought onto this earth, and immediately made all things better with their presence?

The day I was so excited to commemorate today was that of my sister’s birthday.

The day was cold and crisp, but the sun was glorious in its strict denial of taking on any Winter gloom. Perfect for her. The rays shone bright on her special day, just as her vibrant and uplifting presence fills those around her with constant joy and happiness.

There were select family and friends. A medium group, but one that knew each other well. Casual combo, sometimes serious, sometimes light, sometimes banter, most times shit-stirring. Food, plenty of cake, drinks and then the few ‘shots,’ a throwback to all the parties we used to down years before we had kids, when we’d go one, after one, after one, after one…

We’ll get to that stage again, I’m sure. This is my family after all.

And then the night ended happily, as is the norm, with baby girl and sister sharing a ride on the egg chair…

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Weee! they went! Round and round, ’til the movements grew slow, the hand went past midnight, and baby girl’s head leant against her aunty’s, eyes drooping as she still tried to watch her fave Explorer on Netflix.

And it was another great night, to celebrate an amazing woman in my life.

Happy Birthday big sis :*