I heard a really great saying recently…
“You only have one arse, don’t try to ride two horses”.
Is this appropriate to your life right now? It is so fricken appropriate to mine.
Over the last few months I’ve had my finger in too many pies, too many balls up in the air, and to be honest I knew I should pick one or two (or three or four) to let drop…but part of me didn’t want to. It made me feel like I had ‘recovered’, that I was now ‘capable’ of taking on the multi-layered life that I thrived on pre-children.
I was always studying, working, training, and at one stage in my final semester (the bloody hardest) in my Nutrition degree I also completed my Massage Qualifications which was on campus 30kms away from my uni campus and I was doing prac at both! Annnnnd I was working part time!
And yet right now, now that I have finally sat my arse firmly on one horse I have never felt so ambitious in my life, never felt so inspired and moved to action, and absolutely never felt so damn calm about the chaos…
I’ve had a few happy accidents lately.
My second baby, while I guess not really an accident per se was definitely a surprise, and then there are these deliciously crisp, morish No-Bake chocolate surprise cookies.
I set out to make my own Almond Butter a few weeks ago…and bizarrely these are what I ended up with.
Somehow I managed to overthink the process of ‘chuck almonds into thermomix and blend on high speed until smooth almond butter appears’…
A 2 year old will always crush you in a power battle, period.
The breakfast battle has been going on for quite some time now, and when she digs her heels in and says I don’t want to eat breakfast, I have buckleys of winning this one.
We draw our swords and battle at breakfast. We battle at lunch. We battle at dinner.
By night time I am exhausted, and completely beat down…
Argh, stress is so stressful.
I mean, Dah, but seriously it’s a snowball effect…the more stress you’re under the more you stress about being stressed.
For me it’s super unproductive, and this last week I’ve had to step away from my main stress…this blog (insert long slow sad sigh).
I started this blog to heal…to give me a creative outlet, to give me a gentle nudge to find more things that bring me bliss, and lately I have found my stomach in knots stressing about my ever expanding to-do-list that this very blog has given me.
Truth be told, it’s not the blogs fault…
Have you ever suffered an Identity Crisis?
One day you wake up and realise you have absolutely no idea who you are.
Your day now revolves around changing nappies, the ‘eat your breakfast’ fight, picking up toys, colouring with crayons, washing dishes, washing clothes, the ‘eat your lunch’ fight, building with blocks, more dirty nappies, pick up more toys, more washing, the ‘eat your dinner’ fight, bedtime stories, washing dishes, pick up more toys, and while it’s amazing to have these beautiful little humans to spend your days with have you ever just wondered…
Saturday mornings are my favourite!
Instead of laying there in the dark pretending not to hear Tempy (my 5mth old) stirring in the cot beside, I me usually wake up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, and ready to get my ‘Ommm’ on.
Saturday is my Yoga day. The one day a week where I know I am getting that one FULL hour all to myself. No crying baby. No washing to hang. No meal plan to write. No beds to make. No bills to pay. No lists to write. Nothing, just me and my mat…
Who Am I?
Wow this is actually such a confronting and difficult question to answer….
I am a mum.
I am a wife.
I am a daughter, a sister, and a friend.
I am scared shitless that everything I ‘do’ is wrong, or that I’ll fail epically.
I am on a path to change that…