Recently, I attended a workshop on how to cope when living within an emotionally unstable environment.
The take away lesson for me was this:
Be on the watch out for the Perfectionist.
When caring for yourself or someone else, it’s okay to be unable to fix the problems within the relationship.
People cannot be fixed.
It’s best to accept that you are doing your best, even when the situation isn’t working out.
But if you are seeking perfectionism, then you become a part of the problem.
Relationships are not perfect. They are always changing. Being a Perfectionist just puts you into a state of distress and weakens your ability to respond with love.
So next time I find myself seeking perfectionism, I’m pulling back and saying to myself:
“Good is good enough.”
My Nanowrimo has hit a snag.
It’s not writer’s block or lack of discipline.
This morning, my family were relieved to go home. They were lucky they had a home. Over the past 48 hours, a spectacular effort was put in by the Firies of Australia. These are the true heroes of the whole event. Men and women who volunteer their services to be Fire Fighters when the bush fire season are upon us are amazing.
These brave people are not paid a cent for risking their lives in times of fire.
If you’d like to know more about the bush fire my family almost lost their house to, google Hillville Fire. It’s been all over the news.
As I write this, my Dad, also a volunteer firiey is sleeping. He is 78 and worked from 7am to 7pm yesterday with a tiny crew of 3 people, putting out fires.
Most of the volunteer Fire Fighters are over 50 years old.
I suspect more of my posts may be influenced by my experience of the Hillville Fire. There are so many aspects of this event that strike a chord with me.
But today, I’m so proud to be a part of a nation where we have such an effective volunteer force.
Thank you to the volunteer operated Rural Fire Service of New South Wales. You and your interstate colleagues saved my family’s ancestral home.
Thank you indeed.
I’m sitting in a dental clinic’s waiting room. The Receptionists are friendly, but I’m nervous anyway.
My Dentist, who I first visited as a child and saw well into adulthood, has retired. Which means I require a new Dentist.
The first option did extra work on my teeth. I disliked her enthusiasm for drilling into what I thought was healthy tooth.
So now, I’m getting a second opinion. This Dentist came personally recommended by a Work Colleague.
The moral of the story?
If you’re unhappy with the Dentist you’re seeing… switch.
Teeth are important and expensive accessories to the human body.
Look after them.
This photo is of a flame tree standing proud next to the soccer fields of Wingham. I like the contrast of the red against the blue sky.
What do you think?
So, I’m up for the ultimate challenge.
Can I, a humble Blogger and Social Media Coordinator, come up with
50 000 words in 30 days?
The proof is in the pudding.
There’s a chapter book, lurking in my laptop, that requires an overhaul.
Maybe… but maybe not.
You see, I wrote more a plot line than an actual story. Now, it’s time to write the story.
At the moment, it has been named “The Festival.”
So, fingers crossed, some time in 2020, I’ll be posting about it being published.
Can you be my cheer squad?
Will you support my first ever Nanowrimo?
For more information on Nanowrimo, look up
Do you have a personal motto?
A little mantra that keeps you pressing forward each day?
Well, the main character of my book has one. It is “Never give up.”
If you’d like to find out what happens, order a book via direct messaging me.
All my life I’ve been upset by the way Dad spoke to me when we used to work together.
To gain my attention he would whistle to me. And it made me feel like a dog being given commands.
I was at my sister’s house with my 2 year old nephew.
So, what did I do when he tried to follow me outside the house in the dark?
I clicked my fingers and said, “Inside.”
What’s wrong with this?
It’s precisely how I tell my dog to get inside.
I now understand Dad much better.
I’ve not been an Aunt for all that long and am still learning.
Dad hadn’t had a teen daughter for all that long either.
So, Dad, it’s all forgiven.