The Pink Rose

Mr Man and I went to visit family recently and saw my nieces and nephews.  Five little people who make my heart implode and melt at the same time, and have shown me how overwhelming and strong love can be. 

My three year old nephew,  Cheeky Boy, with a huge grin on his face, came out of the kitchen holding a beautiful single pink rose. He held it up to me, with a shy giggle. ‘This is for you Aunty Mim’.    I took the rose and delighted in his cuddle and his thoughtfulness. Tears came to my eyes.

Apparently that morning he had gotten up and announced that he wanted to buy Aunty Mim a flower. He was adamant.  He was determined. So they went to the florist and Cheeky Boy chose a flower.  A perfect pink rose.

I’d been feeling quite isolated, and alone, life was a little hard, I hadn't seen my family or friends for too long. Life was consuming.

 And then, out of the blue, completely unexpected, I had this gorgeous little soul handing me a rose, as if to say – Hey ! Don’t forget. We love you. You are loved. You are something really special to us. 

How amazing that this little boy with big blue eyes and an obsession with Spiderman woke up that morning and knew exactly what I needed. 

 Thank you Cheeky Boy.

This happened six weeks ago. And my pink rose is still standing proudly in a vase. Yes, it a little less pink and its petals are dry.

 But I’ll keep it for a little bit longer. 

My New BFF, Treadmills & Acne

I’ve had a new best friend this week. Glen 20. Its comes in a green spray can. Its smells nice. And, here comes the kicker, it kills 99.9% of germs. Nasty ones. 

Any germ that you don’t want, it kills.

Thankyou Glen 20 for making me NOT get sick.  

Mr Man has been sick, you see.  Sick like no-one ever wants to get sick. Sick in a very contagious way.   I’ve been busy driving him around, making him ginger tea and frantically disinfecting the house and washing my hands.  Then he got worse and had a night in hospital. It was hard, seeing him like that. All shaking and shivering in bed, feeling like death, hooked up to machines and drips. And me , sitting useless,  unable to make him feel any better.

Mr Man’s home now and slowly, on the mend.  Suddenly he smiles and my heart leaps and I realise that I haven’t seen that gorgeous smile in days. I love his smile.  I haven’t been able to work much this week, busy taking care of him. So, in about two weeks, you’ll probably hear me stressing about money. Actually I’ve been stressing already. But anyway.

Our life being turned upside this week has really made me appreciate and feel grateful for our health and normality. Sometimes life feels like a treadmill, but its not really. We are moving forward. And the scenery is slowly starting to change. And the most important thing, is that Mr Man and I are doing it together. Yes, we might feel like we are on a treadmill. But we are holding hands and we are walking together. So its okay. In fact, its GREAT.

STRESS brings me to another topic – acne. I’m 30 years old which means I get wrinkles AND acne and what a wonderful combination that is!  I’m suffering weird acne at the moment so I did a bit of research and discovered that the kind of acne I have is caused by hormones and stress . I found this oh-so-informative diagram which you may be interested in…

Interesting huh ? Chinese Medicine, I reckon there is something to it, I really do. 

I gotta go make more tea now..  

Xo 

good for my soul

well I did it. 

I arrived home from work today and I didnt even stop. I changed shoes and clothes and went for a run. 

Okay, it was more of a fast walk....and I had a few pieces of chocolate before I left BUT I still did it! 

And that is the first step to creating a habit. Actually doing it.  I walked for about half an hour and while I was out walking, I went up to visit my tree.

Yes, I have a tree. Sometimes after work, I'll come to this tree and sit under its branches and lean on its roots and unwind from the day.  Its nice. Its a nice spot. I like it.

And THEN, when  I got home, ( hold onto your chairs peoples) I meditated. 

Yes that's right.  Meditation and run in one day? holy batman!

I listened to a new meditation CD that I bought at the wellness event on the weekend. It was nice, it was relaxing..  I think I fell asleep.  All of a sudden, the soothing voice is telling me to return to the ladder and I was like.. ladder?what ladder?  Arent we on a boat, heading away from a misty beach?

Note to self - do not lie down on bed to meditate.

SO.. the question is - do I feel better? Honestly ? Not really. I'm cranky and irritated today and I have tension in my head and I feel blah and I'm putting all these things down to PMS. ( thanks to Mr Man who is putting up with me.) 

But after a few days, I know that I will feel better and that these two practices are self loving habits that will be good for my soul. 

Now. Go do something that is good for your soul. 

xoxo

everything I need...

I had a fun day yesterday at a local women's natural health and wellness event in the city.  I was inspired by great speakers and reminded of what I should be doing. ( More about that in the next post!)  I was motivated to practice more SELF LOVE and to drink MORE water and LESS alcohol.

Now I have a collection of positive and truth affirmations around the house.
 ( I hope Mr Man doesnt mind.)

I've strugggled a bit today and I'm putting it down to PMS.. and the fact that tomorrow is Monday.
But I'm reminded that I am happy and alive and blessed
and I have everything that I need.

fun with friends!

I had breakfast with a lovely friend last weekend and it was great.  My gluten free, dairy free meal was scrumptious, ( love going out for breakfast!), the conversation went on and on as we jumped from one topic to the next.  A few minor tears on my part but LOTS of laughs as well. I love this friend for her honesty and straight forwardness; she says what she thinks, not what she thinks she SHOULD say or what she thinks I want to hear.  Its just honesty and it was exactly what I needed..

AND last night I caught up with another friend! ( My plan is working, GO ME!) And it was awesome, it was so great to talk to somebody professional and educated about work issues, not to mention EVERY thing else under the sun in my life and hers. A friend who seems to understand a lot about me, and who is in the same kinda stage of life. I had the thought that I really must be leaving early to go home and get things done but then I thought, you know what? Stuff it! I'm out on a Saturday night, in the valley, I'm relaxed, I'm having fun, and I'm with awesome company. STUFF IT.

And I'm glad I did.

the anxious night and the value of girl talk

I had one of those nights the other night.
The 'I cant sleep, anxious heart' kind of nights.
Do I want to talk about it? Not really.
Do I know what was going through my mind ? Not definitively.
I don't really understand why I have such nights.
 Perhaps it stems back from childhood.

I'm too sensitive to other people's moods all day, and at the moment I'm struggling with insecurity.

I've been trying to climb out of this hole and be happy because I have SO much greatness in my life and I have SO much to be grateful for and I am, I am grateful. I dont want to take anyone or anything for granted.
A part of me is scared that Mr Man will get sick of my current address of struggle-town and leave me.
( He wont, by the way. I know that. But I dont know that.)

I feel better today. My week at work was.. ok. Better than the weeks before.
And I have an action plan. A plan to get a better job.

And I'm looking forward to catching up with a friend this weekend.

I've set myself a goal, you see.   To spend time with one friend every weekend.
I havent seen any of my friends for such a long time. I just dont talk to anyone, I talk to Mr Man of course which I love but its not the same.

A girl needs friends y'all. Women folk, girl talk. Sister hood. that kind of thing. So I'm having breakfast with a DEAR friend in the morning, and then next weekend, I'm going out for a drink in the Valley with another.

And it will be good. It will be great.