Find your Fire

My two year work anniversary has come and gone. It could as well be a lifetime for my personality. I thought I might celebrate, but due to a few moving pieces on the day, it was best left as a silent celebration. I always reflect back (too much) and review… assess… and change. I firmly believe in the phrase, you can’t expect different results if you keep doing the same thing. You have to keep taking steps forward, you have to evolve, you have to challenge your limits, you have to seek adventure.

In a conversation I had over the weekend with my I-will-conquer-and-save-the-planet-daughter, she asked me…”but Mommy, does it spark joy?” A little ‘Marie Kondo’, but it did get me thinking. Life is too short to waste, too short to wait. Time is valuable, every minute counts.

Go out and do what you love, immerse yourself in whatever inspires you. Feed your sole. Have those conversations you are putting off. Read poetry, listen to the music that makes you dance. Kiss that boy, buy that dress.

All we have is now, so we should make sure it sparks joy, or move to something that does.

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Blessed

I had some ‘me’ time this evening, prepping our office for a big project about to go live,with the words of the songs I love blasting into my ears, drowning out the outside world.

Sometimes it is so soothing finding yourself all alone with nothing but your thoughts.

It’s been a busy few weeks… in the last week my husband and I received worrying news about our parents and on top of that we have a house full of sick kids.

On top of that, I have been catching up with so many people from my team at work to make sure they are all settled and ready as we all stand on the precipice of change. As I drove home tonight I felt emotionally drained. It’s been a lot of giving, supporting, making jokes, asking questions, assisting.

Then I have the other half of my team, not involved in the project, but so important to me. Had some exciting news, discussions on life, pregnancy, building a transformer 😊, brainstorming, planning, eating lollies, my opinion asked, walk-me-through-this discussions, celebrations of personal achievements, help-me/us discussions…

And finally, my non team colleagues…catch ups, brainstorms,new ideas, yes-please chats and planning for the year talks.

As I mulled over the activities of the week (2 days in), one thought came to mind…I wouldn’t change it for the world. I have so many amazing team members putting in heaps of effort.

I am surrounded by strong, dedicated, amazing people.

Feeling so blessed to have them etch their footprints on my life.

Art is not always about pretty things

Painting something or creating some or other thing, has always filled my need for escaping. Just to clarify my thoughts…the stillness of the moment, the unspoken conversation in a relationship with canvas and oils.

There is really something therapeutic about art. To get lost in something that can be perfectly imperfect. A thousand people can look at the same painting and all see something different.

It is like music, it connects and divides people. Etches stories into history and brings those stories alive.

I almost finished a painting tonight that I started on ages ago, just to find that I just didn’t like it. So I stripped it back and started again. It’s not so much a moment of failure, but another chance to turn it into something I love.

It’s so satisfying, the smell of linseed oil hangs in the air…for now, off to bed, but looking forward to tomorrow 😊