I lied to a 7 year old child last week. I know it’d be forgivable if it was a white lie to prevent unnecessary anguish or one enabling the perpetuation of childhood myths about Santa Claus the Easter Bunny or Tooth Fairy. (Oh sorry, forgot to add #spoileralert before that big reveal!)
I’ll be honest and admit my mood has been yo-yoing around quite a bit lately. I’m trying to be upbeat… as I said last week, I know I’ve got nothing to moan about… I mean, sure I’m unemployed, single, childless, 50 and need to improve my diet and exercise regimes, but other than that… life is going swimmingly. 😉
Anyhoo, while I continue to ponder on the joys of my existence I thought I’d skip the navel-gazing post this week and instead share with you the, ummm… joys of my existence.
I’ve not been sleeping well. Despite medication to help me do so. According to my Fitbit (not to mention glances at my watch on a regular basis) it’s taking me a couple of hours to get to sleep each night. (Which hasn’t been an issue since my pre-medication insomniac days!)
My mind is busy. I know that. Perhaps I’m worrying… though I’m not sure why. Life isn’t perfect, but it’s certainly not dire. As those I know and care about deal with crappy stuff, I’m ridiculously fortunate. And today I thought I’d remind myself of that.
I love my house. Anyone following me on social media knows that I’ve been tweaking bits and pieces (well the interior) of my house over the past couple of years. There’s a lot I’d like to do outside (the garden and verandahs and patios need work) but I’m happy to focus on what I see.
One of the things I wanted to do on my return from my Italian holiday was attempt to infuse a bit of that ‘holiday’ feeling into my ACTUAL life. I realise the aesthetics of my surrounds are a really superficial thing but… while I continue to navel-gaze about the rest of it it’s a good place to start.
I’ve been spending WAAAAY too much time lolling on my bed looking at Instagram pictures of Harry and Meghan (on their recent visit to Oz) and clicking on Facebook links to articles on No Sidebar, Tiny Buddha and Mark Manson.
The latter sites tend to re-share the same pieces over and over again. I know this because I tend to click on the same links over and over again.
I wanted to get a post out today to join in the “lovin’ life” group but have been a bit jaded on the ‘loving life’ front. I think I’m just struggling with the post-holiday, WTF-am-I-doing-with-my-life? blues.
Anyway, I needed to announce the winner of my Enid Blyton book giveaway and figured I’d capture it all in one fell swoop by doing a check-in post of sorts.
Completely irrelevant backstory: I developed an irrational hatred of men (anyone, but mostly men) with clefts in their chins because when I was at University (living at a residential college) a guy – who was perfectly nice to me – made a comment that has stayed with me. It was during a game of netball and I was an okay player so I’m assuming he was just trying to be funny when he said…. “We’ve made her better, stronger, fatter than she’s ever been before….”
I talked a little about this while still on my recently holiday… the fact that there were so many moments I attempted to commit to memory so that I’d have comfort on the long hard cold winter nights after I returned to the stark fun-free desert that is Australia. (Joking obvs… cos it’s almost summer here!)
There were moments, but there were also experiences. And ‘things’. Things that – I realised – I could actually be doing in my everyday life.
