There’s a new twist on the word “Junkie.”
In many ways I am a Junkie. A Junk Junkie.
Crowding my home are little knick knacks, several pine cones, and some sentimental things to remind me of Nanna.
Oh, and did I mention I love op shops. I love trawling through, looking for little treasures that none but me find attractive.
Sounds like a Junk Junkie to me!!! Self diagnosed!!!
But today, I am proud of myself.
I actually walked into an op shop and out again with only one item stowed away in my shopping bag.
Maybe I’m beginning to join the mini revolution others have started. The swing away from clutter. The swing towards minimalisation and saving the planet by owning a few less pieces of junk, and freeing up some time and wealth for loved ones.
Are you an Op Shop tragic like me? Or are you swinging towards owning less?
Leave your answer in the comments section
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?
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For those of you who know me, you’ll be wondering why I’m writing about Motherhood.
Well it’s simple really.
There are many ways to share the journey of Motherhood, and only one of these involve being pregnant.
Motherhood is tied to Aunthood. An Aunty is someone who has a close famial relationship with her sister or brother’s children. It’s almost being a Mum as the Aunty role is a potentially pivotal role in the child’s life.
And then there is the Person in the Community role. That person who notices the child and is also in a nurturing role. Think of the school teacher, or kindly neighbour. These people are also important.
In my opinion, Motherhood has been reduced in a way. Because, to me, there are other ways that such a role can be partaken in.
To me, Motherhood is more about emotional maturity and taking an active role in the development of a child into adulthood.
So to all the Aunts, teachers, neighbours and friends of young people…
…this Post is all about you!