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.

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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 😊

Aunt to be 😊

My baby sister is anxiously awaiting her first born. Her rainbow baby, a little miracle after a very difficult road of loss and struggle. We are all waiting for the moment.

I couldn’t sleep last night… I am so scared I won’t hear the notification on my phone telling me I am an aunt 😊. I felt like a pile of emotional mushy-ness today, like I needed a hug kind of mushy-ness. That and a ton of cronuts washed down with wine.

Not being there will be heartbreaking, I would give anything to see my sister and hold my niece. Although I will miss it, I am so grateful that the little miracle she has been waiting for is nearly here. It’s so exciting…counting the days…

#almostanaunt