I don’t always find a word that sums up my intention for an upcoming year. Sometimes nothing comes to me and I just shrug and let things unfold. Not this time, my friends! This time I am passionate AF about my word. I did a lot of growing and learning in 2019 and now I want to spend 2020 making sure I never forget my lessons. The past decade in general has been intense! Lots of personal growth for my husband and I, individually and as a couple. We’ve become parents. Survived a big chunk of that time during which we couldn’t conceive the Little Miss and then undergoing a…
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(Re)Learning to live my truth.
Lately, a few things have been prompting me to think about living more authentically. Moving about in this world in a way that is good for my soul (and hopefully for those around me). Not hiding away fantastic, vibrant, maybe a little sassy (but ultimately fun and harmless), or even darker parts of me that I’m afraid some people will not like. I am a people pleaser from way back. I’ve always had this thing about craving the approval of others. I get anxious at the thought of someone judging me or treating me differently/worse because I didn’t please them first (and usually the people I’m anxious about do not…
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My children don’t get equal billing on social media & I have no remorse about it.
So right now I have a nine and a half month old and a just turned 7 year old. I’ll come right out and say that I know my second baby is currently getting more online air time than my firstborn. I also know that some people (OK so like 2) have decided that this is something they want me to know about, like I’m oblivious or something. I am sure many more people may have made private judgements. Here is my reasoning and my defence and then I do not want to speak about it anymore. I might get a little feisty, so hold onto your hats. If you…
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Reasons I am not cool #12987: I don’t ‘get’ plants/gardening.
I can’t keep plants alive. I am not a gardener. Don’t even try to mistake me for having any kind of slightly green thumb. I don’t know how I have kept dogs and small children alive for years, but that plant we picked up from Bunnings like last week is already dying. Ha. Kidding. I don’t pick up plants from Bunnings. I’m realistic enough to know it will end badly. For the plant. Right now, indoor plants and succulents and stuff are really popular (and look absolutely gorgeous), but I just can’t get excited about them. It’s not them. It’s me. Watering plants does not excite me. In fact, that’s…
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Taking Stock: May 2017
It’s May! I feel like this year is zooming by, but I’m not mad about it. It’s time for me to take stock, like I do every couple of months! It’s a great way to capture what’s happening in an exact moment of my life. I find I actually get quite REAL in these posts for some reason. You would probably find out some little things about me that I don’t mention anywhere else. Or not. Who knows. Let’s find out! Making: time to catch up with myself on this lovely Friday. It’s lovely because it’s Friday and I have a day off from work or boring obligations! Cooking: is fun on…
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Back to School anxiety: mine, not his.
It’s January. That time when it sinks in that the school holidays are not as long as you thought they were and you feel that downward slide back to reality. Another school year, filled with trying to remember stuff and being on time for drop offs and pick ups and SO MANY LUNCHES to be made. I am looking forward to the Little Mister attending pre-primary full time. I imagine the first few weeks will be full of exhausted after school meltdowns, but I am excited to be able to spread my work hours out over the week more evenly and feel a lot more productive. The thing is, I…
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5 things you should know about me.
Oh, boy. The US election has definitely kept me glued to my television in a ‘watching a train wreck’ kind of way. It’s kind of hard not to lose some faith in humanity over this – even from as far away as Australia. The support for Donald Trump’s campaign has shocked and saddened me. It’s one thing to be disgusted by that awful, ugly man. It’s another thing to realise just how many people are willing to support him, despite his overt sexism, racism and every other kind of bigoted display imaginable. In light of this (and other crap that has happened on our home soil too), I’ve decided to…
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Note to self: my struggles are a part of my story.
Excuse me, but I’m going to get a bit deep right now. The last month or so has been pretty tough, emotionally. BUT…I think I’ve faced those struggles for a reason. Because now I’m in warrior mode. And I’m OK with that. It’s been a challenging couple of years dealing with secondary infertility. I have found myself feeling the pressure, physically – it’s my body that isn’t doing what it should. I have felt emotional pressure – pretending that I’m OK on days when I really am not. I have felt like I have not been participating in my life – through no real fault of my own. On top…
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True crime obsession confession.
OK, so I wanted to title this post Netflix and Kill, because I thought I was really funny and original. But alas, google (and my gut feeling) just told me that this is not the case. In fact, Urban Dictionary describes ‘Netflix and kill’ as, “Going over to someone’s house while they are watching Netflix and killing them.” Which is creepy. And now I’ve googled it twice to give you that definition, so if anything happens to anyone while they’re watching Netflix today, I am going to be a suspect. Anywaaaaay…now that I’ve rambled about why my blog post title is not more witty, I’ll get to the point. I love…
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Anticipatory Car Park Anxiety: It’s totally a thing.
Sometimes I get anxiety about a bunch of things (some reasons that make more sense than others). But I have this one anxiety quirk that has never left me. And I want to know if I’m the only one who deals with it… I get anxious about where I’m going to park when I arrive somewhere. Like, for real. If I am not familiar with the venue or area, I spend way too long worried about where my car will be situated. Like, my heart will actually race at the thought of it sometimes. I will spend ages before I leave home, googling maps and wondering if it’s parallel street…
