Everybody’s baking bread

Monday, March 30, 2020 Permalink

What is it with all of the bread making? My social media feeds are full of people baking bread. I hadn’t realised we had so many bread lovers around the world.

I think there was initial panic-buying of bread and milk (as is always the case when we’re in danger of flooding, bushfires, cyclones, long weekends…) but most bakeries still seem to be open. And trading. Perhaps though, there is still a shortage of bread. Which I gather has led to the panic-buying of flour as lots of people assume they’re going to go all Martha Stewart or Little House on the Prairie and bake their own.

The Coronavirus… doing our bit

Monday, March 23, 2020 Permalink

In my post about the Coronavirus a couple of weeks ago I commented on the fact I was worried we were panicking about the wrong things… toilet paper and the like, whereas I felt we should be worried about the impact on our livelihoods, not just our lifestyles.

I don’t profess to be less materialistic or shallow than others, but as I mentioned I watch waaaaay too much dystopian (end of world) type TV not to worry about the events leading UP TO the apocalypse. And yes… I am being blithe there!

Yet another post about COVID-19

Thursday, March 12, 2020 Permalink

I’d planned to blog every day in March. And well… that hasn’t quite gone as I’d hoped. But it means today – out of guilt – I’m here writing something…. anything and not only because a reminder I set myself has been popping up on my phone and computer hourly since Tuesday.

Actually, yes that might be the reason.

Anyhoo… I’ve got 10 minutes, so I figure I’ll go with the elephant in the room…

Seven months without Instagram

Tuesday, March 3, 2020 Permalink

I discovered today that it’s been 28 weeks – or 7 months for those without superior maths’ skills – since I decided to attempt an Instagram detox. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last but just knew I needed the break.

I did dip my toes back into the ‘gram-infested water for a few days in early October 2019 when I attended a crime-writing festival and posted a couple of pics at Christmas, but that’s it.

Taking Stock – March 2020

Monday, March 2, 2020 Permalink

I started writing two versions of this. One blunter, more honest than the other. I’ve talked before about that fine line between being open about one’s life when it feels as if the overwhelm is, well… overwhelming; and the fear of pushing others away because of constant negativity, or having them eye-rolling at the never-ending pity party.

I know I’m often surprised and appreciate it when others share the bad stuff, but think I react better when they’re not people who do nothing but share the bad stuff.

Anyway… today I’m checking in and taking stock. In a mostly upbeat way! *insert beatific smile here*

Dad in the kitchen

Sunday, March 1, 2020 Permalink

I’m thinking of trying to blog each day in March… to get my blogging / writing / interest in life mojo back. I’m cheating today however as I found this post sitting in my drafts folder when looking for something else. I wrote it in late August 2019, so I’ve tidied it up to share on day 1.

I don’t always remember my dreams. Usually snippets. I have a few recurring dreams as well as others that quite obviously – in some way – reflect stuff happening in my life. Thursday afternoon I had one that was surreal. I mean, it felt real and it filled me with confusion and hope.

Commitment phobic

Monday, February 10, 2020 Permalink

I like being organised and making lists, but generally they’re more like checklists or ‘to-do’ lists. And for the present or immediate future.

Yet for someone who is very anal about planning and feeling in control, I’m also weirdly averse to making commitments.

Grumble-bum

Monday, February 3, 2020 Permalink

I’ve got a post written (drafted three weeks ago) about the fact I’ve been a misery guts of late. Each time I open it I’ve new fodder to add. New examples of my negative attitude and grizzly manner. New things to whinge about. New frustrations.

The post is now ridiculously long and my original point… which was about the fact I recognise my moodiness and am quick to apologise if I lose my temper (only ever with my mother I must confess) is buried in the sea of negativity.

FOBO – the fear of better options

Monday, January 13, 2020 Permalink

The stars and planets aligned a few days ago as I was flicking through the current Good Health & Wellbeing magazine at my mother’s and came across the acronym FOBO – the fear of better options. I can’t find any reference to it online but I think (the article said) the phrase was apparently delivered by the same man who gave us FOMO (fear of missing out).

I’m a bit FOMO-ish from time to time (which is why I ditched Instagram), but appreciate the joke you often see on social media suggesting many of we introverts actually delight in JOMO (joy of missing out), needing more down / alone time than many.